Lyrics:
I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion
He said "It's all I got, but it ain't much
'Cause the way I feel these days,
I'd rather have a gun than a crutch"
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
Listen to a little girl, she was a runaway
She said "My daddy treated me like a slave
Soiled me in my momma bed when I was just 15
That's why I had to lay him in his grave!"
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
Talking to a black man from Atlanta
He said "The time has come to take what's mine
And if I must bust a few heads to achieve justice,
My righteous cause will well explain the crime!"
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
He said "It's all I got, but it ain't much
'Cause the way I feel these days,
I'd rather have a gun than a crutch"
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
Listen to a little girl, she was a runaway
She said "My daddy treated me like a slave
Soiled me in my momma bed when I was just 15
That's why I had to lay him in his grave!"
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
Talking to a black man from Atlanta
He said "The time has come to take what's mine
And if I must bust a few heads to achieve justice,
My righteous cause will well explain the crime!"
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
