When I was a little boy
I used to make...

Stinky
No offense you smell very bad...

Sunny boy
Is now 19...

I am an alcoholic
And I love to drink...

There ain't no cure for hate
My friends...

All I am asking you
That you treat God right...

We know that
You know us...

We made the choice
To follow Jesus...

What I got to do for my Father
To accept me...

What the flowers need
The flowers need the rain...

What was I made for?
I was made to be God's poet...

Where have all the good people gone?
Sone have fought in the war...