I have a friend that's gone and joined some crazy new religion He's so caught up that he don't know which way is up You know the saying that there no
A preacher's thumbing his bible and beging on the suicidle leave us up to salvation for some small comunication he'll make you plead just touch your
When I was seventeen My blood was gasoline No matter where I turned I got my fingers burned I wouldn't go back there if I could I wouldn't go back there
