Excuse

You got a beautiful family
You got a husband and wife
You got beautiful kids and a beautiful life
She is proudly living her dream

Doctor calls her in and says
Ma'am take a seat
You got cancer of the liver
I give you ten to twelve weeks to live
Father leaves for good

So when your plans for a family and love
Run out the door
Oh please Lord cure this cancer, let it be no more
A mother of two and her baby inside
She hangs her head and she cries

And I new car
And I need a new life
And I need a new family
And I need some new wings to fly
Fly far away

And I'll only hear music
And I'll cry every day
And my life it ain't fair
So I'll cut my wrists the wrong way

Girl, what's your excuse?

So let the humble stay humble'
Let them live their hard lives
And let all the dying people cry
Cause nothing can be alright
And let all the boys and girls with too much tell
Let 'em all go back down to hell
That I might ring the final bell