Blackboard by Mission of Burma Lyrics

Downstairs there's a blackboard
Scribbled on and filled in with white lies and cruel tricks
I admit it

And guilt kicks in like a sharp pin
Guilt kicks in like a sharp pin

Now payment's worshipped, payola in the sun
People who kill for food or fun
I don't know my right from wrong
But could I wipe the sin away
Away away

But when her finger points at me
I fall to my iron knees
I'll swear on the book
Take the vow
I'll be pure just like I was

(As if you could)
I will wash away the sin
I will get my second chance
I will wipe the slate clean
With an eraser
(As if you could)
I will wash away the sin
I will get my second chance
I will wipe the slate clean
With an eraser

And now I'm in a courtroom
Filled with kangaroos
And plants with teeth
They're hungry
Twelve of them in a box
They say
You have done this awful deed, now you have to pay

And the judge is twenty stories high
He rolls his bulgy eyes
Then he gives me a halo
I try it on for size
And yet I still worry
I didn't get the moral of the story