I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage,

Her Profession's Her Religion, Her Sin Is Lifelessness.

One Was Texas Medicine, The Other Was Just Railroad Gin, And Like A Fool I Mixed Them.

I Said, You Know They Refused Jesus, Too. He Said, You're Not Him.

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations, People Talk Of Situations, Read Books, Repeat Quotations, Draw Conclusions On The Wall.

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.