Liam Carse - Rant on Worth

Oh holy night, here on mother earth
Wishing every man, woman, and child could know their worth
I'd be mighty happy now, hmm, if they did
I been searching for worth since I's just a little kid
I been searching for worth since I's just a little kid

Evenings of report cards and meatloaf on a stove
Blink and you'll miss me, I got no time to be home
Just too much to do and too much to see
It's overwhelming little old me

The clouds are rolling in now, think it's time I head home
The sand's all soggy, babe, there's no turf in the weather dome
Hang my shoes out to dry, lament what I am
So desperate to be eccentric, to be a real man's man

Duffle bag of money, grand theft (Grand theft) and a gun
It's a classic little story 'bout a young man on the run
But that ain't me darling, ooh ooh, that ain't me
I just stay in one place, filling every vacancy

Oh holy night here on mother earth
Wishing every man, woman, and child could know their worth
And I'd be mighty happy now, hmm, if they did
I been searching for worth since I's just a little kid
I been searching for worth since I's just a little kid
I been searching for worth since I's just a little kid

Written by:
Liam Carse

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