I see all you Christians calling on God's name.
I see all you Christians live your life in shame.
Stop, think about it, you know what I mean.
Nothing is as clear and bright as you think it seems.
It seems I have not message of, color, race, or creed,
So I'll write about my table, simply out of need.
A can of cream style corn, a can of cut green beans,
Sit upon on my table, among the other things.
Those with understanding don't understand at all,
especially the preacher, who thought he heard the call.
Most who say they found him, are mostly off the wall.
The good that is God, lives with in us all.
Over an over an over again,
I'm going to tell you friend,
This is not the end.
You can be alive while others are dead,
I'm just an old fashion cowboy with dust on my shoes,
It's too late to learn, and I've nothing to lose.
They took all my sons in a war called today,
nothing I could do, nothing I could say.
Pore old lieske don't drink wisekey
No not any more.
But coke he'll snort, and whores no short,
Still lay him on the floor.