I saw you on the west side, past the stadium
Your father's car, with your mother's money
Trying to find some h**n
They'll say things about your girlfriend
That are unkind
And your family too
Said she'll k** you for a dime
But you don't hear a word
And no one sees in
When you're trying to find some h**n
Jesus craves it
The devil plays it
The road to d**h is not paved with pavement
But littered with the souls of strung out men
Who all traded love for h**n
And when your light went out
On your medicine couch
And your father arrived
In his uniform
I looked at him
As he touched your skin
And I knew he wished that you were never born
Jesus craves it
The devil plays it
The road to d**h is not paved with pavement
But littered with the souls of strung out men
Who all claimed that Christ is h**n
They all claimed Christ is h**n