BORN AGAIN
Author(s): Zechariah Waxman
Songbook: Aaron David Songbook
KeyWords: Pioneering,

Oh to be young again
On the way back home.
To be delivered of my problems
I can't make it on my own. [Repeat]
He's sending a band of angels
Comin' to take me home. [Repeat]
Open the bars of bondage
Lift up the gates of freedom let me in. [Repeat]

Turn me around before
I drown in the flood of lies.
Excuse me but I don't have time to talk to you,
Cause I'm busy and I have an appointment.
I don't like to think, I'd rather have a drink
And besides, I don't like to talk
About the things you're discussin'.
I don't like to think about God,
I'm too busy worryin' 'bout my job,
By the way, ain't it a shame how they work us?
But there's nothin' we can do, so if I were you,
I'd take a pill and go back to sleep like the rest of us.
Don't talk too loud, 'cause you might draw a crowd
Of people who might decide to do somethin' about it.

I heard about the war,
Uncle Sam tells me what it's for,
But a friend of mine who went
Said it ain't the answer.
The boys over there know it's a lie,
But they don t like to see people die,
And the things they take to forget,
It's pathetic.
Once they're done with them over there
They send'em back to Disneyland for medicare,
And like methadone and the U.S.A.
It's synthetic.

There's just one thing more,
There's someone standin' at your door,
Who wants to wake you up
And give you the key to freedom.
The son of man is all you need,
Once He's in your heart you're freed.
The choice is yours,
Would you like to go to heaven?
You need to be born again
To be on your way back home.

Copyright (c) 1998 by The Family