The Route That I Took

Without really knowing I took all the wrong routes
 The misguided monster in the Doc Marten boots
 In the wrong directions against all of the grains
 Got off at all the wrong stops, back onto all the wrong trains
 When holy hell just broke loose, to cut it I shut it down
 There was the substance abuse running rampant through town
 And when the trouble I had at the back door of the Channel
 A steady headache and a handful it was
 Too hard to handle
 Too hard to handle
 Time I took a good look at the route that I took
 Without a drop of the sense that God had gave to a stone
 But in my own self defense well I was not all alone
 I had the partners and colleagues and the cohorts in crime
 Heaven sent to me hell bent to be one hell of a time
 There was a swift sudden shift and way to many went south
 The deadly God given gift to junkies I kept my mouth shut
 While I made up my mind I had some choices to make
 Should I leave Hell far behind me just
 For Heaven's sake
 For Heaven's sake
 I just took a good look at the route that I took
 I took them all
 Can you recall
 The concert hall
 Down at the Bradford Ballroom I was tripping pretty hard
 I had dropped what I had copped down on the Boulevard
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 Without suggesting to you the routes I took were never wrong
 I took a look and still I took and somehow I stayed strong
 And I just stayed on the course with very few deviations
 One of two situations some other odd altercations
 And when my days were to dark well I had something to sell
 I am the carnival barker with some stories to tell
 There'll be apologies made at every fork and each bend
 And I'm so glad that I stayed and I will
 Stay 'til the end
 Stay 'til the end
 Glad I took a good look at the route that I took
 Stay 'til the end
 Stay 'til the end
 Glad I took a good look at the route that I took