Testi musica canzoni

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