Johnny Law-Crash Rickshaw

What if I＇m dead Would you be-friend me? Or would you beat me down with the laws you＇re not keeping? What if you pray? Instead of protest Would a sinful heart be changed or would it fill with rejection? Where are the lost? They＇re on the run from Johnny Law They may never never come back at all Your attendence is best You got a big old bible & a cross on your chest But you force feed an infant adult food And your angry that they can＇t even chew Offered a rose, you severed my nose Is it any wonder why my sense of smell is comatose? Why should I take time from Christ, ＇cause the vice on my mind has sinful characteristics and tone Kiss all the logic goodbye