Sweet Intentions - Sundara Karma

Where’s my gun?

I gave it to a helpless child

And she learns

How to protect herself

Where’s my brain?

Swapped it for a cigarette

And it burns

But it gets me nowhere

Come on, baby

It’s nearly dawn

Just give me something to live for

Did it mean nothing

When you promised you would love me?

I’ve given out my second chance

Now reconcile this wreckage

Have you found the reason you’re not bringing home the bacon?

Listen to your body, it’s a prime indication

Of the mess you made

By simply having sweet intentions

I won’t fight

I couldn’t even kill a fly

Instead, I’ll leave you roses at the gates

Come on, baby

It’s nearly dawn

Just give me something to live for

Did it mean nothing

When you promised you would love me?

I’ve given out my second chance

Now reconcile this wreckage

Have you found the reason you’re not bringing home the bacon?

Listen to your body, it’s a prime indication

Of the mess you made

By simply having sweet intentions

Have you found the reason you’re not bringing home the bacon?

Listen to your body, it’s a prime indication

Of the mess you made

By simply having sweet intentions

Have you found the reason you’re not getting what you give?

Listen to your body, it’s a prime indication

Of the mess you made

By simply having sweet intentions