Makes Sense To Me

I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion

He said "It's all I got, but it ain't much

'Cause the way I feel these days

I'd rather have a gun than a crutch"

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

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

Talking 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!"

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, 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