An opening heart and imbibing soul The voice of a man who learned the hardest way From his mistakes and survived to tell the tale With hue and humanity An open heart and imbibing soul, a purpose not fulfilled Leave a bad taste in your mouth that you can't wash or heal And you might not be interested in war, but war is interested in you And all your sexual capers, drug delirium, fortunes won, lost or won again Double crosses and dangerous liaisons Mainstream negros that look like Jesus Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yes sir, yes sir) Put your party up, born again (yes sir, yes sir) Put your party up, born again (yes sir, yes sir)