What a lovely list you’ve made for me
All my shortcomings
You’re all about accountability
But morale is low
You can’t twist a knife then call me angry when I scream
It’s a natural thing
To say ouch to a sting
I fantasize of shutting it all down
No more work for free
No more taking arrows for this town
I didn’t ask for this
You can’t punish me for things that strangers say on the street
I didn’t die for their sins
I used to think that we were a team back then
Hold your fire, I don’t have to take this
I’m not your punching bag no more
You say I’m worthless, I say I’m not needed here
And I'll show myself the door
You told me everything I love is stained
To throw it all away
You told me to be grateful for the shame
To thank you for the pain
Now I’m pure as snow and clear as shattered glass on a pane
How did you market cruelty
Convince me that compassion was an evil thing
Hold your fire, I don’t have to take this
I’m not your punching bag no more
You say I’m worthless, I say I’m not needed here
And I'll show myself the door
Would you rather be a fool
Would you rather be a fool
Would you rather be a fool
And have some dignity left too
You opened my eyes
Then preyed on my sight
Once broken, to ever be revived
Hold your fire, I don’t have to take this
I’m not your punching bag no more
You say I’m worthless, I say I’m not needed here
And I'll show myself the door
Would you rather be a fool
Would you rather be a fool
Would you rather be a fool
And have some dignity left too
You opened my eyes
Then preyed on my sight
Once broken, to ever be revived
Once broken, to ever be revived
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021