Lyrics:

(Clarke Sylvester)
didn't Believe In The Bible
didn't Believe The Good Book
lord, Lord Please Help Me, Help Me Take A Look
these Chains That I'm Wearing Really Ain't My Style
lord, Lord Please Help Me, Help Me Think Awhile
i Know That I Did Something Wrong
i Got Into Bad Ways
well The Judge, Yes He Put Me Down, For Five Thousand Days

falling, Falling, Falling Over You
calling, Calling, I Don't Know What To Do
falling, Falling, Falling Over You
calling, Calling, I Don't Know What To Do

the Cell I Am In Is Only Six Feet Wide
and Six Feet To The Roof
there's A Window That's Strung With Only Three Bars
singing Me The Truth
fifty And Seventy Don't Seem Right
seventy Ain't My Age
when I Leave This Place With A New Face
it's To Turn Another A New Page

falling, Falling, Falling Over You
calling, Calling, I Don't Know What To Do
falling, Falling, Falling Over You
calling, Calling, I Don't Know What To Do

didn't Believe In The Bible
didn't Believe The Good Book
well Now Lord, Lord Please Help Me, Help Me Take A Look
these Chains That I'm Wearing Well They Really Ain't My Style
well Now Lord, Lord Please Help Me, Help Me Think Awhile

falling, Falling, Falling Over You
calling, Calling, I Don't Know What To Do
falling, Falling, Falling Over You
calling, Calling, I Don't Know What To Do