I\'m standing at the crossroads in life, and I don\'t know where to go.
You know you\'ve got my heart babe, but my music\'s got my soul.
Let me play it one more time, I\'ll tell the truth and make it rhyme,
And hope they understand me.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he\'s been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake


Now Broadway\'s like a sewer, bums and hookers everywhere.
Whino\'s passed out on the side walk, doesn\'t anybody care.
Some say he\'s worthless, just let him be.
But I for one would have to disagree.
And so would their mama.


Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he\'s been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake


If you get an ear pierced, some will call you gay.
But if you drive a pick-up, they\'ll say \'No, he must be straight.\'
What we are and what we ain\'t, what we can and what we can\'t,
Does it really matter?


Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he\'s been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake