
Do you want me to tell it like boy meets girl and the rest is history? Or do you want it like a murder mystery?
I’m gonna tell it like a comeback story.
‘Cause we when we left we were defeated and depressed.
And when we arrived we were ripping high. we had a gun in the glove box.
We had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks.
We had Jesus Christ in all his glory!










