I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame No, they don’t make guys like me, you get exactly what you see I come from a long line of bloodline that ain’t gonna change So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger If it ain’t broke, you can

You don't have the answers but you're always blaming me. It only lies in your behalf in animosity. You decide it's up to you, make it what you'll be. After all you seem to be it makes no sense to me. Don't point your finger at me It's all your odyssey.

Even if we don't understand You missed the point and then you point Your fingers at me But it's all relative Even if you don't understand Well it's all understood Especially when you don't understand Then it's all just because Then let's all just believe