Words and Music by The Insyderz

What is this thing called ska . . . ?

Move over, Satan, I'm a God-blessed sinner
Try chewing on the bread of life, that's what's for dinner
I gotta stand my ground, gotta hold the fort
Gotta pray hard because life's too short
Spirit tastes great but the world's less filling
You can be all you can be, but you gotta be willing
The operator's standing by, He's waiting for your call
You know your soul is grungy, He's the stain lifter, that's all

I've tried it on my own, I can't just do it
But now I'm in good hands and I know He'll see me through it
If you can't say this, get a piece of the rock
I said time is running out
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
Many times in life you know you're gonna take a lickin'
But when Jesus Christ has your back you're gonna keep on tickin'
Tickin' like a time bomb that's waiting to explode
Without pain and streets of gold is where you're gonna go