I counted my blessings and put them in paper bags
I often tumbled and they rolled out off the crags
But I continue my ramble-rousin' at night
You can justify anything, justify anything
I shoot myself in the ear
I cooked up some hearty conflict
And tell me that I'm fine
And it won't even hurt this time
You can justify anything, justify anything
I shoot myself in the ear
I'll sleep with nectarines
Set the obstacles and walk around
Sure I may have lost the race
My enemies have my sympathy