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?

Life by the grace of God

You'll be the bugle boy on Judgment Day

All the jokers running wild

Their politics is 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?

Life by the grace of God

You'll be the bugle boy on Judgment Day

Why must honest Joe reap the wicked seeds they sow?

And maybe honest Joe hides from things he hates to know

If Joe goes on his way