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 ymu will see...