Good Intentions
by West
Written by Bill and James West

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Lyrics

You try to lend a helping hand
It's the life you choose to live
You always seem to be there
You always try to give
You never put yourself ahead of others
You're never watching out for number one
Your dreams and aspirations take a back seat every time
You're sure that they'll appreciate all that you have done
But welcome to the real world
It's dog eat dog and lunch is served
You'd think that people get what they deserve

The time has come for you to realize
It's not what you give it's what you manage to get
You've got to grab life by the throat
And squeeze out all you can
'cause when it comes down to it
Necessity's the mother of invention
And the road to Hell is paved with Good Intentions

With open arms you welcome
The downtrodden and the poor
The meek, abused and derelict
All flock to your door
You wear your broken heart upon your sleeve
For anyone who ever cares to see
Your life's been full of heartache, and yet you carry on
And looking back you've come to find it's not the way it was supposed to be
You've found a rude awakening
They stand and watch as you descend
They'll tear you down to the bitter end

The time has come for you to realize
It's not what you give it's what you manage to get
You've got to grab life by the throat
And squeeze out all you can
'cause when it comes down to it
Necessity's the mother of invention
And the road to Hell is paved with Good Intentions

Tina West - Vocals
Bill West - Guitar / Bass
James West - Guitar / Keyboard / Drums

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