The Internet is the wrong direction for music.

Grandma's on the front porch with a Bible in her hand, sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land.

With no bottom line, it's hard to know wrong from right. But I ain't ever satisfied.

There's a young man in a T-shirt listening to a rock and roll station. He's got greasy hair, greasy smile, he says, Lord this must be my destination.

She said she wasn't afraid of Satan, in fact, she thought he was a joke. She said she'd tear his tail off and run her fist down his throat.

I do things my way and I pay a high price.

Now I do have a choice, and I'm not going to do anything I don't want to do.