by Crash Rickshaw
What if I'm dead
Would you be-friend me?
Or would you beat me down with the laws you're not keeping?
What if you pray?
Instead of protest
Would a sinful heart be changed or would it fill with rejection?
Where are the lost?
They're on the run from Johnny Law
They may never never come back at all
Your attendence is best
You got a big old bible & a cross on your chest
But you force feed an infant adult food
And your angry that they can't even chew
Offered a rose, you severed my nose
Is it any wonder why my sense of smell is comatose?
Why should I take time from Christ,
cuz the vice on my mind has sinful characteristics and tone
Kiss all the logic goodbye