1. GOD GAVE ROCK AND ROLL TO YOU

You can learn to dance
Or you can be a square
You can let the music take you anywhere
But where will you be when the music's gone

You can learn to sing
You can play guitar
You can learn to rock
You can be a star

God gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone

If you love the sound
Then don't forget the source
You can turn around
You can change your course
'Cause it's never too late to change your mind

You can love the rock
And let Him free your soul
Or you can let the old man take his toll
It's never too late to change your mind


2. RATTLE SNAKES

Dropping rattlesnakes in the playground
Are we evil? Are we good?
Dropping rattlesnakes in the playground
Would you save them if you could?

What are the children to do with it?
Kill the mules in South America
This is the sewer where the filth unite
This is the place where dark tramples the light

It used to be pretty, now it's such a pity
Brings out the animal in all of us
No more sad sob stories
No more preachin' and cryin'
Falling like soldiers of fortune

It won't get any better, it will only get worse
Cry to God and plead the filth
Who is the blame for our demise?
Cleanse our hands from all the lies

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
Cain visits Abel, the earth, the meek
Lift up the children when you can
Jezebel's cocaine in the devil's hand


3. DUST THROUGH A FAN

High heel boys dancing in the noise
Bright lights blind, it is play time
Silver screen smut in the tomb of Mr. Tut
Standing tall overhead, these are the living dead
Stir the Persian smack, see young faces crack
Sold their souls for sex and greed, in the bathroom, in the black
You never know what you might see up in the apple tree
Your time is short, how disappointed God must be

They are lovers of their own selves
Unthankful and proud blasphemers, disobedient, boaster, unholy, and loud
A fine snow from Bogota has everybody lying down
I see them crawl like a snake, their noses to the ground

They'll take you for all they can
You're just putty in their hands
You're slippin' and slidin' in quicksand
You're like the dust blown through a fan

I've seen the poor, seen the needy
Pitied the rich, despised the greedy
I've seen the dirty, the unclean
I've seen the worst things ever been
I've seen the lost, seen the saved
Children cry at Morrison's grave
I've seen the bruised in the night
Grown men cry in broad daylight