Fifty ways and maybe more
To the tree of life, to come up short
The narrow road is the way go
In a trumped up 70 Super Sport

Come home from the California sunshine, recycled angel tears
Flat blues in the headlights, back breakers don’t come back here

Truth and lies has consequence
Depending upon ones competence
The fearful losses confidence
The world sees no difference

And it makes little sense
To suffer through the politics
No one drank the new wine
Flushed in their list of crimes

Time for me to elaborate
The good and bad will separate
You heard about the judgement day
I hope you don’t miscalculate