You wanna rock with the cops on the front line You wanna kick it with the people in the back You strike a match and you throw back a cocktail There's
Now I can buy the proverbial gun And shoot the proverbial child When my uncle looks me in the eye And speaks of freedom My conscience goes up on trial
If you could love me as a wife And for my wedding gift your life Should that be all I?ll ever need Or is there more I?m looking for And should I read
Mercy speaks by Jesus' blood Hear and sing, ye sons of God Justice satisfied indeed Christ has full atonement made Jesus' blood speaks loud and sweet
You say always treat people like you'd like to be I guess you love being hated for your sexuality You love when people put words in your mouth About what
Oh, I was free to live and love and kill as I saw fit I was at peace, I really was, no one I was at war with The only common good was that we understood
Like a man comes to an altar, I came into this town With the world upon my shoulders and promises passed down And I went into the water and my father,
and blood no hat upon my head no shoes upon my feet picking your body from my teeth no stars above me no stripes upon me free (Thanks to Derek for
the truth in languages that nobody speaks till you listen close and hear what you believe television teleaction tell me what you want (Thanks to Derek
destroy my house (chorus) baby when listen to your words baby when i put my eyes on you baby when i put my hands on you i love/hate you (Thanks to Derek
protection to cover the tracks that you?re leaving i misplace my face so we can be together red lips change how you?re perceiving (chorus) (Thanks to Derek
me on my feet i heard Jesus Christ was there he had a car that?s bulletproof that way everyone is safe from the man who tells the truth (chorus) (Thanks to Derek
wanna wait no drugs or sleep i wanna hold your hand grenade God bless these bombs baptize this rope lie with us in the bed we?ve made (chorus) (Thanks to Derek
(vs. 1) there are days i don?t believe the words i say like a life that i?m not living a song that i?m not singing but to you there are times that i
(vs. 1) don?t teach me about politics and government just tell me who to vote for don?t teach me about truth and beauty just label my music don?t teach
all be ok that?s what the wise men tell us so if it?s not ok then it?s not the end, oh my friends there?s hope for everyone (Thanks to Derek for these
, you know i want a vending machine i don?t want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers i don?t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum (Thanks to Derek
(vs. 1) poverty is so hard to see when it?s only on your tv and twenty miles across town where we?re all living so good that we moved out of Jesus? neighborhood
