Bendin' The Rules Lyrics - Singles - Badlees

Pity my brother 

For how he's suffered me 

Through nameless towns 

And cold prairie 

For restless women 

At the end of the line 

Who tendered checks for 

A promise divine 

Cash as quick as "vegas" 

Like "vegas" in a dream 

I work this charismatic ruse 

For my brother's peace and being 

Sittin' tight in Moline 

The money on the bed 

With every memory sharp to me 

And the fear of times ahead 

Maybe the good book 

Came from the divine 

Or maybe it was written 

Just to keep us in line 

The mistakes of the sages 

Make the rules for the fools 

So father forgive me 

For bendin' the rules.... 

Well, mister he improved some 

With the money I scammed 

Some days his light shines as bright 

As the light of the promised land 

Death was often something 

We freely would discuss 

When he was ten and I was twelve 

And the spectre would often brush 

In and out of treatments 

Since twenty months of age 

At eighteen the insurance 

No longer would maintain 

And my old man in the kitchen 

His hands upon his face 

Did weep to shake his very soul 

In the darkness of this place 

Maybe the good book 

Came from the divine 

Or maybe it was written 

Just to keep us in line 

The mistakes of the sages 

Make the rules for the fools 

So father forgive me 

For bendin' the rules.... 

Hold me Saint Christopher 

Over every county line 

Overlook my blasphemy 

For the sake of buying time 

Grant him days of laughter 

Bestow me clemency 

He sleeps soft in the backseat 

His freedom from ordeal 

To every ruddy youngster 

Off free in summer's fields 

And every young lass poised to claim 

Her share of what love yields 

To all the grieving angels 

And the litany of saints 

I am my brother's keeper 

To what end decides the fates 

Maybe the good book 

Came from the divine 

Or maybe it was written 

Just to keep us in line 

The mistakes of the sages 

Make the rules for the fools 

So father for give me 

For bendin' the rules.....