Here's my heart, Lord Speak what is true Here's my life, Lord I am loved, I'm made pure I have life, I can breathe I am healed, I am free I am found, I am Yours You are life, You endure You are good, always true

Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (Yeah) Ain’t no God on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle Yeah, I wear my chain to the

Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in a Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin´ my fame and fortune Lookin´ for a pot of gold Thing got bad things got worse I guess you will know the tune Oh ! Lord Stuck in Lodi again Rode in on the Greyhound

Oh my God I'm so strunk Stone drunk. Oh fuck Help me Lord I'm so strunk Fucked up. Love drunk Ah, love. Lovey, love, love, love, love, love, love Makes you feel so trippy! Like you're stoned and drunk at the same time Strunk! 24/7 baba You make me feel

And yeah you know I gotta bring it back again And I tell 'em hold on I don't understand whats happening Lord willin' Make a difference, lord willin' Uh, lord willin' I tell 'em hold on And So I tell 'em hold on So I tell em

Mother wash the devil from my hands Pray the Lord I have the strength to stand Mother, tell me was it all a lie? Show me where the angels die The faster we run now, the closer the gun now Took the road but should have chased the stars Now I've lost my

Slow down and I walk to the hill Threatened a long time There are signs on the ring Which make me feel so down There's one to enslave all rings To find them all in time And drive them into darkness Forever they'll be bound Three for the Kings

Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord. Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord. Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord. Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead,

(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to