She lied to you, lied to me She said she didn’t have no man She told me she was all alone She said just to give her a page Raised her kids the very best she can (She was loving me) She tried to live a double life She thought that loving me was cool She

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

The only love that's righteous it the love of jah Yeah Wicked Bassy, I'm tellin' ya man Give thanks and praise to the father Lets give thanks and praise to the father

They’ll tell the story of tonight Let’s have another round tonight Raise a glass to freedom I may not live to see our glory But I will gladly join the fight And when our children tell our story Something they can never take away No matter what they tell

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Southern man Of a small town Raised on the ways And gentle kindness For this small town And he bowed His head to Jesus And he stood For Uncle Sam

Voices that start to betray Even though you raised me I will never be your father King of each and every Sunset Marquis Even though you're crazy you will never be a bother You're my old man in the sea Strawberries left to decay Woke up this morning like

Southern style Southern style, free and easy Southern style, warm and breezy If you met her, man believe me You'd want her to stay a while Only sinners with a savior 'Cause her mom and daddy raised her She says, she don't believe in strangers Sun kissed

Love is hell Raise your hands, let me hear you yell Love is shit Can't you tell I've had enough of it I'd rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons I'd rather be dead than the way you got me living I'd rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding I'd