Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman





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



Well, I was talking to a little girl, she was a runaway

She said, "My daddy treated me like a slave

(This line is destined to become WSP's very own You Enjoy Myself...

Suggestions include:

He shoved me in my mama's bed when I was just 15

He sure made my mama's bed when I was just 15

He sold me in my mama's bed when I was just 15

He showed me my mama's bed when I was just 15

And many others... )

That's why I had to lay him in his grave"



That makes sense to me

That makes sense to me, I must confess

That makes sense to me

It makes sense to me, I must...



I was talking to a black man from Atlanta

He said, "The time has come to take what's mine

And if I must bust some heads to achieve justice

My righteous cause will well explain the crime"



Makes sense to me

That makes sense to me, I must confess

That makes sense to me

Well, it makes sense to me, I must...



That makes sense to me

That makes sense to me, I must confess

Makes sense to me

That makes sense to, I must