Shrug - My Problem lyrics

Up the dirt road, dusty trail Old Bill's got his life on sale Feeds it out in inches Feeds it one piece at a time Shadows from the harsh white ball Twist and turn in deep resolve But unknown purpose can it be Now aren't you feeling fine Forgive me my problem, my drama My problem Forgive all my trespa**es, lord Tempt me not into leadership, lord It's a very prickly path I tread There are some things better left unsaid, unread, undead, unbled, unsaid Meanwhile just across the way Myra's mind takes holiday In a silver-plated drool dish Laid out on the lawn Faintly she remembers when She lived in a different skin Spending Friday evenings watching Tony, Orlando, and Don Forgive me my problem, my drama, Forgive me my problem, my problem, my problem