To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul

I hurt easy, I just don't show it. You can hurt someone and not even know it.

I forgot more than you'll ever know.