We pick our friends as we pick our enemies,
we count the time and make our friends our enemies,when I'm listening to the Devil and what his demons are telling me.
Still ****** girls with lustful thoughts,
Still causing murders in my mind and hiding the evidence in empty ports.
But I'm waking up to see no darkness in my empty rooms ,
You want to go live in sadness, then you building yourself, your own black case tombs.

I'm happy now, pray to God I'm not sad tomorrow,
Lord knows his seen me cry when it felt like I stole his love just to borrow.
But I'm a happy man because I've seen a plan,
A plan for me from the Heaven and Earth maker, that superman.
But is my God just a man or just woman in my life,
It's a constantly changing agenda but he still helps me out when this life cuts me like a knife.

How I'm sorry for all the hate in my life,
how I made it my own,
Surely it would catch up to me and make a call if it could, but really it can not afford a phone.
But surely I'm the dumb enough man to figure how to call you back,
Then let you take everything, all that I have, now this all that I lack.
But I'll pray some more to fix that up,
Trying to avoid using pills and potions to fix me up.

So I'll be the man sitting at the back because they say the first shall be last and last shall be the first, so I'll relax at the back,
Till I ride shotgun on Jesus's back and give back to all that I lack.
So someone sing me a song of all this I know,
Sing it loud enough for the Heavens to know, that finally this lost son is coming home.