You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well.

Lewis B. Smedes

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Bad Day
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A public service announcement followed me home the other day,
I bade it nevermind, go away.
The ****'s so thick, you could stir it with a stick,
The paper wouldn't lie, wisdom got lost to mankind, we gloat and jeer with it
 
Broadcast me a joyful noise into the times, Lord,
Count your blessings, ignore the lowest fear, well you can't send us, listen,
 
Radio no, play the game, three words, first one short,
Magazine, book, cinema, N - O - down,
Many fears are gone, step down, step down,
Watch a heel crush, ah this means war
 
A public service announcement followed me home the other day
I paid it nevermind. Go away.
**** so thick you could stir with a stick- free Teflon whitewashed presidency
We're sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve
 
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.
 
Have you ever seen the televised St. Vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those-ants-in- pants glances.
Well, look behind the eyes
It's a hallowed, hollow anesthetized
"Save my own ***, screw these guys"
Smoke and mirror lock down
 
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
The papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh. Not one more
 
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day.
Please
 
We're dug in the deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Here's the church, here's the steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
 
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings.
Embrace the lowest fear/Ignore the lower fears
Ugh, this means war.
 
It's been a bad day.
Br.
 
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.
 
It's been a bad day
Pleaase