It’s not what you say it’s how you say it

It’s not what you do it’s how you do it

I mean, let’s face it

No-one really speaks the truth

Somethin we’re all cravin

Swoopin down like a Raven 

Are them thoughts that never quite reach

When ya misbehavin

Stampin out the butts onto the pavin

Them doors open n closin

Gettin closer to Jehovah

Be buzzin onto ya red roser

On ya bed-shirt sufferin

Suffocatin when silence comes

Hallucinatin while ya heart’s racin

Facin the sun burnt by the breeze

Bees on the freeze

Jesu strapped to the trees

Swoopin down like a Raven