Don’t Force This

Written by: M. D. Gifford II

Grace is smart and somewhat older
Wonder if, she’ll ever get the chance
Times are tough but so are orders
And we fight, friends, for the mighty Uncle Sam

I’m a work, work in progress
Steady force to apply and impress
Ready, set, come on Don’t Force This
I’ll depart, with my heart in hands

You will get no disorder
Plead, your, case…son, to another joker’s hand
And all we want is a little bit of recoil
Deal, us, in, give us a fightin chance

And I’m a work, work in progress
Steady force to apply and impress
Ready, set, come on don’t force this
I’ll depart, with these things I’ve said

Oh, yeah

For cryin out loud, we can’t force this
The tension breaks us with our silence

Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, we’re coming to the edge