The No-Name Song (Christian Rock)

Throw a blow, knock me down -- not enough

You can hit me hard, wont keep me down for long

Oh I swear I'll get right back up from that

I'll buy you a drink, buy you some food, that's what I'll do

Now listen to me alll ya sinners -- listen close

Oh ya know I don't want no trouble with you

So listen, don't kill today, you can shoot oho

Oh yeah ya know you can punch and kick but can't kill

Can't kill me, go huntin' others who ya can kill

But y'all know I don't want that at all (oh no)

I want you to stop killing -- stop sinnin' all together

You been to jail, been on crack -- now I KNOW that ain't you!

Stop them sins of yours, become God's good friend

No more jail ain't got room for you -- no more crack

Ain't chu got somewhere to be? Gimme your guns!

Sunday is for Church -- I want y'all ta go!

Heart Killer (CCM)

Feels like a war's going on to-duh-eh (oho woaho) in my heart

Said one day "I love you" oh she just ignored it -- let it be

Said that day "what's wrong, Kis?" just got a blank

Asked if she hates me -- well that didn't help much

Final goodbyes on that day -- why's life like this?

The ones you love betraying you like a raging bull

What seems so real's really just a big huge lie

A hug I understand, but not the lips, not a kiss

Kisses are for love, not for your fun -- not for that at all

A hug is different (just isn't the same) at all

But put that together and add heartbreak -- you get a song

You get a poem, you get tears and tons of pain

And when you add cheating, it gets much worse

I'd rather have you tell me than have Roar-Eee-ee-ee tell me

And when you say you don't believe (oho woaho) don't believe in forever

Yeah-ah-ah oh woah yeah you know it doesn't help very much

Oh Lord, My Savior (Christian Rock)

God, my friend (oh woah oho) God, my friend

Oho woaho my Lord please show me a sign

Oh I wanna know I'm loved, cared for and all

Lemme see that blue light from Sweet Heaven

Show me hope and trust I must have

(Oh woah oh oh oh) come and save me my Lord

In God we trust, but I can not see your love

Children die, wives get beaten, people starve

I see I have sinned, but has not the whir-old?

We all steal air -- stealing's sinning (oh it's a sin)

So we should all be equal-lee tree-ted

I stand up for them my Lord show me Heaven



Without Hate (Southern Rock Song)

Skateboard punks, surfer dudes -- all aimin' for the same

Wanna get to the top of the game woah oho

Them skater punks with that black hair and those blue eyes

They're punks 'cause of those bullies -- giving them no choice

Need a way to be "cool kids" so they don't get bullied no more

So sad the way the world is -- wonder what it'd be like

Without all this crime goin' on 'round the World

Build me a time machine so I can see the World so long ago

Oh woah oho when's a good cen-tore-e to go for peace?

I'll go back in time and live in peace -- away from harm

Oho woah oh I wonder what it'd be like without crime

Without the horror and all of the pain

What I Want You To Do (Southern Rock Song)

Hey now listen up y'all and take this sear-e-osly

I want y'all ta ask your kids "how y'all doin?"

Say it like ya mean it and listen to your kids

Buy yerself a Harley -- go ridin' all day

Take your boy fishin' wuh-hen he asks

Take yer daughter to a build-a-bear (I said a-build-a-bear) and let 'er 'ave fun

Now here's what's next on that big ol' list

I want y'all to cook for your wives and your kiddo's

Take a day off of work, go snowboardin' with your boy

Now listen up y'all, have some fun in life -- kick up your feet

Yeah do something fun, somethin' nice for your wife and kids

Yeah let your kids be in love -- can't you-oo see you are, too?

Now go and join the force -- prevent them mur-ders

Go and stop a riot, take a riot shield and your kind soul

I said a-give out John-ny Cash CD's and some love

Make them rioters see their wrong-doin' -- yeah, make 'em stop

South West U.S. (Country Rock Song)

A thousand miles a way from home

In the land of the cowboys

Where they have road-e-oh's and bull-riding

They ride 'em mustangs and love that country

Got dem Sheriff's, got dat weed -- smokin' it all day long

Listenin' to dat Country and Southern Rock durin' work

That lawless and carefree life of da Westerns

Wanna live in the states where they talk like Cowboys

I wanna be in a state where all the girls wear those skinnay jeans

And noboyd's a-blamin' anyone for wearin' all black

Oh woah oho wanna have a bonfire every night

I want that dry ground 'cept for Winter snow

Oh Lord please take me home to the South West U.S.

Gimme my camera and an RV for travellin'

Take me to the Grand Can-yon for some pic-tores

Take me home to the South West U.S.

© 2011 Lyrics: Nick Whittemore