Blind Side

Hey you with the collar
What’s that you say
Just give me your dollar
Then let us pray 

Oh Father forgive me
For I’ve murdered and robbed
I’ve made orphans and widows
Yet I’ve never sobbed 

Don’t worry son
Just go down on your knees
Look up to the heavens
And say three of these 

For Gods omnipresent
From him you don’t hide
But you can’t help but think
He’s got a blind side.