Well I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion
He said, "It's all I got, but it ain't much
Well the way I feel these days
I'd rather have a gun than a crutch"
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
Listen to a little girl, she was a runaway
She said, "My daddy treated me like a slave
Soiled me in my Momma bed when I was just 15
That's why I had to lay him in his grave!"
Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
Well I listened to a black man from Atlanta
He said, "The time has come to take what's mine
And if I must bust a few heads to achieve justice
My righteous cause will well explain the crime!"
It makes sense to me
That makes sense to me, I must confess
It makes sense to me
That makes sense to me, I must
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me now
It makes sense to me, I must confess