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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
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