On the Road

Ditches, ditches all around
Keep your feet on the road if you wanna be sound
Fall in one, say goodbye; religion leaves you there to die
Road
I’m on the road
I’m on the road
I’m on the road
Need to see some truth in us, not perfection
But we must present a God with much to say
Not building churches, to hide and pray
Be in the world, but not it’s slave
They look close — how you behave
Don’t fake the picture of the King
We gotta be real, means everything
Road
I’m on the road
I’m on the road
I’m on the road
Say you’re here
Say all you want is…
Stay right here
Walk the road, yeah
Go to God if you want the original
The devil is a copy-machine
After in art, and after in music
Religious thinking, looking stupid
It’s in our minds when we create
Why do we have to be late?
Ask from God his inspiration
Check my words, it’s a sensation
Road
I’m on the road
I’m on the road
I’m on the road
Say you’re here
Say all you want is…
Stay right here
Walk the road, yeah
Road
I’m on the road
(etc.)