Gone
John Marciniak
[Chorus]
You tell yourself you're your own minister
Your truth-shouting speech always turns into slur
How could you ever be wrong?
Now that your peace-keeping sweetheart is gone?
[Verse]
You move along to the sound of the beat
You sow neglect as if high-minded feat
How could your lenient march now go on, darling?
Now that your peace-keeping sweetheart is gone?
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
You tell yourself you're your own minister
Your truth-shouting speech always turns into slur
How could you ever be wrong?
Now that your peace-keeping sweetheart is gone?
[Instrumental]