Lyrics Ten Foot Pole

Ten Foot Pole

Armchair Quarterback

At work your mouth stays firmly shut

While your boss asks for advice

Later at the bar behind his

Back you criticize

An armchair quarterback you never have to lose

You never have to wipe the dog shit off your

Shoes

An armchair quarterback

Do you get those armchair blues?

When your girl asks what you like

You shrug, make it her

Choice

When she's not around you share her failures with the boys

Instant replay

Perfect hindsight

In slow

Motion

You're always right

Watching life on tape delay

You know what happened yesterday