Counting Their Shekels

COUNTING SHEKELS Nobody loves me; they just want me for what I have got Tying my life up: holding me to ransom, with a tight knot With their needy greedy hands: they put my life on hold Their minds boggling with the thoughts of all of my gold Don’t they know I see through their tricks and all the lies Feeling my wrath: then playing the victims with their cries You did me a favour; I tried my best to give one in return But: you played me along, then stood and watch me burn But: I will just walk away from you and, let you have it all But: you will lose your respect, so really it’s your own call I know how to play the martyr me, seen all of this before Ignoring the referees who are falsely adding up the score Jesus was a man who hung on a cross for the likes of you But: I’ve God on my side telling me he has his eye on you Castles build on sand may fall and I may stand losing face But: I will leave you clinging to its moat thus saving grace Indiana Shaw . . . -_-