i was born from an angel, she raised me properly i knew what i wasn't to do, i knew what i wasn't to see but when you reach a certain age, your destiny it comes to life so don't you bite the hand that feeds you, or it may cut you with its knife
it permeates all through my bones i let it live, i help it grow i said my cup it runeth over, well I'm gonna let it flow so I shot a man in muncie, just to watch him die my mother asked me if it pleased me and i couldn't tell a lie
now jesus died for them, it's true but what's a devil to do?
when the saints go marching in i won't be there, 'cause i love my sin am i so bad that you hate me there was a time when i could see my hopes and dreams, they are no more i'm not a rich man, but blessed are the poor oh man, forgive me, i turned away i won't come back, so i have to pay