For the Record

My blood is thick, but it still runs Every time I was taught to bite my tongue It's been years and the letters they still come Still come So hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang me out to die in the sun For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Raise me up when I was number one Make a story of, of a story that was spun Strong enough to carry both my sons My blood is thick, but it still runs So hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang me out to die in the sun For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Record