Pass the Buck

I got these hands
They do what they can
But they don’t do it alone
There use depends on the will of my friends
Not to mention my own
Pass the busk
I might pick it up
But save your bitter wine
For someone else’s cup
I think it strange
You think there would be change
Without changing yourself
My eyes have seen the difference between
Courage and good luck
Pass the buck
Like it’s your right
You stop to pick it up
That’s when you start to fight
Well, I was told
I’ve been told
People always told me to
Get out of the way of the money
Stay out of the way
Of all of their plans
It’s what they say
Silent hands rising out of the sand
They got taken away
Pass the buck
Like it’s your right
You start to pick it up
That when you start to fight
Well I’ve been told
I’ve been told
Get out of the way
Get out of the way
Pass the buck
Like it’s your right
You stop to pick it up
That when you start to fight