Lyrics

You feel the venom from all that love
You got a t-shirt sez I'm enough
You fought a viper all full of hype
Gotta suck the poison out of that bite

All kinds of crazy in the south
You never thought you'd run your mouth
but hell, you did it, and now you pay
just for saying what you had to say

Feeling what you feel
is a crisis for some people

Put it in the rearview
No one's gonna scare you
No one's gonna prayer you
outta being yourself
Put it in the rearview
Scream if you have to
What's the point if
you can't be yourself

Color of mean used to be green
But now the Philistines have seeped into the cream
You drink it down with your coffee
You look around for a friendly

Being who you are
is an emergency for some people

Put it in the rearview
No one's gonna scare you
No one's gonna prayer you
outta being yourself
Put it in the rearview
Scream if you have to
What's the point if
you can't be yourself

You did the best you could
and they'd love you
but they don't think they should

Put it in the rearview
No one's gonna scare you
No one's gonna prayer you
outta being yourself
Put it in the rearview
Scream if you have to
What's the point if
you can't be yourself

Put it in the rearview
and let it go

© Carlene McDearis Wentworth