Every other hour floating through life Everyone says your not the type You life's a Christ like life and never were a hellion Yet now you teach lessons on the art of rebellion
We used to make fun of people who were two faced So now you mock your parents who preach until they're blue faced Some say it aint over till the fat lady sings Well boy your saran wrap has lost its cling
Your light has lost its ferver You've got no self control You've dwindled down to nothing You're just stuck in that filthy black hole
But there's always a guy who will welcome you back He'll get your life on the narrow track Doesn't take much except a broken soul He'll warm you up and bring you in from the cold
Your light has lots of ferver You've got much self control You sir have definatly become someone You're not stuck in that filthy black hole
