Your Mother's got bags of good advice
The don'ts exceed the do's, but she's not you
All it takes is a little nerve, as I close in for the kill
Just stand still

What could make a girl
Believe the wicked things he'd say?
What could make a girl
Believe the wicked things he'd say?
Like by the grace of God
He'll be the bugle boy on judgement day

All the jokers running wild, their politics are street, but still elite
The revolution's underway, the dream is coming true, but not for you
All it takes is a little nerve as they close in for the kill
You just stand still

What could make a girl
Believe the wicked things he'd say?
What could make a girl
Believe the wicked things he'd say?
Like by the grace of God
He'll be the bugle boy on judgement day

Why must honest Joe
Reap the wicked seed they sow?
And maybe honest Joe
Hides from things he hates to know
If Joe goes on this way
An honest wind will surely come and blow