Songs

Y've good reason t' fear
th' stranger at y'r gate

Y've good reason t' fear th' stranger at y'r gate,
His name's anxiety n' worry's his game;
Th' dole n' the rape, the AIDS and the guns;
No one to trust, what a helluva a shame.
Y've good reason t' fear th' stranger at y'r gate,
Anthrax and terror, th' bombs n' th' food;
Echoes of eco, breakdown, and hate,
Ain't nuthin' this world, nothing that's good?
Y've good reason t' fear th' stranger at y'r gate,
Silence ain't golden, only adds to y'r fear;
Nuthin' to think, just an empty plate,
No one to listen, no one to hear.
Y've good reason t' trust the Friend at y'r gate,
Cause outta the dark 'e shines his light;
Offerin' only what's good n' straight,
Rescue'n by faith n' makin' folk right.
Y've good reason t' trust th' Friend at y'r gate,
No escape from the dirt n' th' mess;
But hope n' a future, yeah meanin', a plan,
Believin' don't mean ya' don't get no distress.
Y've good reason t' trust th' Friend at y'r gate,
Wi'out him ain't nuthin', nuthin' makes sense;
If Love is dead, ya left with blind fate,
Nuthin' but fear and y'r hopelessness.