*** and money are the two mistresses I sneak away with in my heart and fool around with when I'm tired.

They speak smooth words and their lips taste like honey
Whenever I can't find them I feel depressed.

The more I get the more I want
I'm never satisfied
They keep throwing dirt on me
They want me buried alive.

I've got the matches and gasoline
Tired of staring at this old house
It's just not what it used to be.
The floor creaks, windows busted
I used to love to be here but now I'm disgusted.

Strike the match and watch it burn
Let it be ashes and embers
Let this house be something I never remember

Thank you Jesus for my eyes that see the sunrise on that beautiful morning

Thank you Jesus for my family and friends because you know when will see each other again.

Thank you Jesus for the clean clothes that cover my body and keep cool and warm.

Thank you Jesus for my wife and daughter.  

Lord thank you for the gift of life! I'm blessed that you have allowed me to see thirty years!

Thank you Jesus for price you paid
Thank you Jesus for the foundation you laid.