Makes Sense to Me Songtext
von Widespread Panic

I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion
He said, "It′s all I've got, but it ain′t much
The way that I feel in these days
I'd rather have a gun than a crutch"

Oh, it makes sense to me
Makes sense to me, I must confess
Makes sense to me
Makes sense to me, I must

I listened to a little girl, she was a runaway
Said, "My daddy treated me like a slave
Well, he showed me my momma's bed when I was just fifteen
That′s why I laid him in his grave"


That makes sense to me, yeah
Makes sense to me, I must confess
Makes sense to me
Makes sense to me, I must confess

I listened to a Black man from Atlanta
He said, "The time has come to take what′s mine
And if I must bust some heads to achieve justice
My righteous cause will well explain the crime"

Makes sense to me
Makes sense to me, I must confess
Makes sense to me
Yeah, that makes sense to me, I must
Oh, it makes sense to me
Makes sense to me, I must
It makes sense to me, now
Oh, makes sense to me, I must confess