Sheridan Cosy - A BAD CLICHE lyrics

Sheridan Cosy Grand Design A BAD CLICHE Cosy Sheridan: acoustic guitar & vocal John Pierce: ba** Ricardo Monzon: percussion Rick Harris: banjo I have an uncle, he's a dirty old man. i grew up with a bad cliche I have learned to find other things to do on family holidays I have tried to love the sinner and only hate the sin But whoever wrote that never got caught in a dark corner with him I keep a baseball bat under my bed and i always leave on a light The same time each year i get up and check the locks Sometimes three times at night And if God helps those who help themselves Where was God in my formative years Why give me a voice to call out with and then deafen so many ears? I have tried to forget his breath I have tried to forget his hands The mechanics don't confuse me like they used to But I still don't understand The 9-year-old she was frightened The 12-year-old learned not to care Stick a sharp thin knife long into her heart She could not even feel it was there And there's a patch of skin between my shoulder blades That's still just a little bit numb It seems to be there to remind me Of the destruction i have undone I try to love the sinner but it's more than the sin will allow I've looked a long time into the dark Hoping the truth would show me how