Pick Up Your Lip

I got no words

I got no love

I got no sunshine,

Comin to me from above



Come on mama, stop givin me these blues

Life’s too short

For bein a poor sport

So pick up your lip


You got no time

You got some fear

You got some issues,

To bring into the clear





I’m willing to listen

I’m willing to shout

I’m willing to give you,

All the benefits of my doubt