One day I would like to be the judge...judge, jury and the executioner to the ones that kill the unborn, and to the men that seek after their own.

Jesus, give me, give me, give me, give me love,
Jesus, give me, give me understanding.

One day I'd like to kill the K.K.K., hang them on the cross they burn today,
Would the killing of a bigot let me win' - sometimes I'm as sick as him.

Jesus, give me, give me, give me, give me love,
Jesus, give me, give me understanding.

I'd like to molest the molester, hang him a rope above the world,
This man, he's sick and he is a loaded gun...he was molested when he was young.

Jesus, give me, give me, give me, give me love,
Jesus, give me, give me understanding.