Standing in the light
of the morning sun...

Deep in the bowels of the warm peach land
where lines of kudzu vines and tall pines stand...

Fragrance of kindness
release my sweet sigh...

Kentucky Clay
formed and molded...

All I Want for Christmas
Satan sang to Santa one night...

Tough enough to say this is me
to many mistakes at hand...

From the depths of the concrete jungle
we formed a bond complete...

Have you ever met a Christian
always quoting the word...

In the beginning there was a void
blackness filled the void...

I grew up with regret
my parents didn't know what to expect...

Since I was a boy about age five
A special song played from inside...

DON\'T HATE THE PLAYER HATE THE GAME
BUT THE PLAYER IN THE GAME GOT A NAME...