wicked, wicked  from the mouth i spout - o lord  don' let these thoughts come out  my knees they knock and my feet they fail  the thoughts i think i see your face turn pale  take my hand an' you will see - the one in the wayback  take my hand an' you will be the one atop the swayback  your word so pretty  yes i love that sound  my heart like a hammer does pound  my breath it leaves me to speak it  my legs they tremble to the ground  wish i was a bible thumpin' fool  ye from the old school  a mind as narrow as the road i walk  always upright when i talk but  take my hand and you will see...