Borrowed Again

Catcher’s in the Rye
And I don’t know why
It’s selling me an easy high

A picture of a fool
Hasn’t heard the Golden Rule
That kind of logic he don’t buy

Find shelter as a crook
All your possessions you have took
From some deserving guy

It’s a pity you can’t see
That all you can be
Revolve around one big lie

Have shelter in our arms
And whom the strength needs give
A lift up to bring our sowed seed

If an old man can take on the sea
The forces of nature can be
Harnessed for your own desire

But the lazy man tries
To catch a free ride
He’s nowhere at high tide

Pushed back again
Better learn to swim
It’s a hopeless end
Beggar Man Borrowed Again