Friend To JC

Lyrics

Hey man! I'm just like you Too many people made you black and blue You got your teeth knocked out in a bar last week You got out of bed, but you feel too weak Hey, hold on! What's that sound? Hear the drum beat underground In a dark room, ring curious bells Everybody's running away from hell You're a friend to Jesus and you're on the street Doing drugs with the people you meet There's a shadow in a car who's looking for you Want to know what kind of things you like to do Hey, hold on! What's that sound? Hear the drum beat underground In a dark room, ring curious bells Everybody's running away from hell That's a fact! That's wack! Well, things are pretty good Because they're not bad enough to be called bad Call a truce on a deuce, this life is rough Be strong, hang tough