Tekstovi: Jacks Of All Trades. Part Of The Plan.

Since 1969, the devil has been messing with your mind
Wanting your soul, content with nothing less
Digging you a hole, leaving you a mess
Six feet deep is where you gonna end up

Throw your hands in the air
Let me see you surrender
This is no game, wake up, it's real life
I wanna drown myself in the blood of Christ

Hear me, God, can you hear me?
Save me, take away the yoke of sin
Take me, take my hand, Lord
And walk with me, Lord, let me, let me, God, let me
Just be, oh God, I wanna be part of your plan

Since 1978, I've been knock, knock
Knocking on heaven's gate
I won't let sin control my life
Won't let dope gimme a high

The tube spits sex right in your faces
I'm so sick of violence, drug dealers and hate
When I think of all this, I feel like going insane
With heavenly thoughts, I wanna fill my brain