Waiting Put The Blame On Me
Another day with you I'm getting fitted for a millstone It would have been better Had I left you alone So if Jesus finds you begging unbelief Put the blame on me I never failed to cry for you I never failed to pray I guess that fails to matter To your blue eyes today As they saw me stealing justice like a theif Put the blame on me Don't blame the truth If you love the lie Don't blame the deacon's gun Don't blame a preacher, prophet, or a priest But if it makes it easy Put the blame on me If I told you where to look But failed to tell you what to find If I led you down the road That had a twisted center line Or if I fed your dark sensibility Put the blame on me Don't blame your doubt If you fear belief Don't even blame your pain Don't blame a burden only you can see But if it makes it easy Put the blame on me Don't blame the truth If you love the lie Don't blame the deacon's gun Don't blame a Man Pinned naked on a tree Who died perfectly desperate Who loves you desperately No, put the blame on me Put the blame on me Put the blame on me
