He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading

Jesus Tapped Me On The Shoulder And Said, Bob, Why Are You Resisting Me? I Said, I'm Not Resisting You! He Said, You Gonna Follow Me? I Said, I've Never Thought About That Before! He Said, When You're Not Following Me, You're Resisting Me.

Watch Waterfalls Of Pity Roar, You Feel To Moan But Unlike Before, You Discover That You'd Just Be One More Person Crying.

I Had Ambitions To Set Out And Find, Like An Odyssey Or Going Home Somewhere, Set Out To Find This Home That I'd Left A While Back And Couldn't Remember Exactly Where It Was, But I Was On My Way There. And Encountering What I Encountered On The Way Was How I Envisioned It All. I Didn't Really Have Any Ambition At All. I Was Born Very Far From Where I'm Supposed To Be, And So, I'm On My Way Home, You Know?

You Never Turned Around To See The Frowns On The Jugglers And The Clowns When They All Did Tricks For You.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."