Lyrics

Decisions grow into visions End up in prisons... Little decisions I've gotta find me a preacher man I've gotta make decisions Maybe he'll show me a vision of the day he was risen And I'll rise right out of this prison Maybe he'll decide Let the Devil ride It's his decision And the way I'm livin' I know I've been sinnin' So bring on a vision of the day he was risen Can I rise right out of this prison? Consider me delinquently? Well in better times With less on my mind A vision of the day I was risen When I tell myself I'm forgiven I will rise right out of this prison In better times With less on my mind