The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.
The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.
The National Bank at profit sells road maps for the soul.
There’s danger in this open world where men strive to be free, and to me the greatest danger was in society.
I got this grave yard woman.
Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you.
I’ve always been the kind of person that doesn’t like to trespass, but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Satan will give you a little taste, then he’ll move in with rapid speed.
Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man’s code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.
The naked truth is still taboo.
The walls of pride are high and wide, can’t see over to the other side.
The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.
Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.
All that foreign oil controlling American soil.
Come Senators, Congressman, please heed the call, don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block the hall.
Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?
I didn’t know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.