(clarke / sylvester)   Didn't believe in the bible   Didn't believe the good book   Lord, lord please help me, help me take a look   These chains that I'm wearing really ain't my style   Lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile   I know that I did something wrong   I got into bad ways   Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days      Falling, falling, falling over you   Calling, calling, I don't know what to do   Falling, falling, falling over you   Calling, calling, I don't know what to do      The cell I am in is only six feet wide   And six feet to the roof   There's a window that's strung with only three bars   Singing me the truth   Fifty and seventy don't seem right   Seventy ain't my age   When I leave this place with a new face   It's to turn another a new page      Falling, falling, falling over you   Calling, calling, I don't know what to do   Falling, falling, falling over you   Calling, calling, I don't know what to do      Didn't believe in the bible   Didn't believe the good book   Well now lord, lord please help me, help me take a look   These chains that I'm wearing well they really ain't my style   Well now lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile      Falling, falling, falling over you   Calling, calling, I don't know what to do   Falling, falling, falling over you   Calling, calling, I don't know what to do