Wicked, wicked
   from the mouth i spout - o lord
   don' let these thoughts come out
   my knees they knock and my feet they fail
   the thoughts i think i see your face turn pale
   take my hand an' you will see - the one in the
   wayback
   take my hand an' you will be the one atop the
   swayback
   your word so pretty
   yes i love that sound
   my heart like a hammer does pound
   my breath it leaves me to speak it
   my legs they tremble to the ground
   wish i was a bible thumpin' fool
   ye from the old school
   a mind as narrow as the road i walk
   always upright when i talk but
   take my hand and you will see..