Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.
Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.
If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.
Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.
Don't believe everything you hear today
Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.