I have no idea if Adam was black or white or red or green, but I do know one thing, when it came to playing the blame game he was a natural, an all-star, a pro.
By Ernie Heavin
I canít help losing my temper, nor control my appetite.
I get so mad at mom and dad and blame them for my plight.
I may not be successful, Iím a failure, yes, itís true .
But if society has taught me anything, itís all because of you.
If only my spouse would listen, if only my spouse would change,
If only the world would accommodate me, is that so terribly strange?
If only this, if only that, if only you could see,
Iím not selfish or self-centered, I just want you to please me.
So I went to see my psychiatrist, to see what she would say,
To find the reason why so many folks just donít see things my way.
The secret, she said, is simple, why youíre always under assault.
It has nothing to do with you, itís true , itís always someone elseís fault.
So now my friend, before I end, before I cease to complain,
Before you start pointing the finger and think that I am vain.
The answer is so obvious, and I think itís time you knew,
I now know why Iím so miserable, and itís all because of you
The Writings From Heavin