Evergreen Terrace To The First Baptist Church Of Jacksonville
We are the wicked that walk these city streets by your
light house, by the riverside.
We are the ones taken for the vandals and the thieves.
These filthy streets disgust you as they keep you on your
knees.
The graffiti's just as clear as the writing on the wall.
You want it
You got it
Feel it through your veins
You want it
You got it
Another dollar, another day
You want it
You got it
Pray that it washes you away
You think an open mind can be so dangerous
Poor hopeless sinner, too filled with guilt to see
thoughts are so betrayed
Pray that it washes away
