I was so young when I was born
My eyes could not yet see
And by the time of my first dawn
Somebody holding me . . . they said

I [bad word] you to crackerbox palace
We've been expecting you
You bring such joy in crackerbox palace
No matter where you roam know our love is [bad word] 
While growing up or trying to
Not knowing where to start
I looked around for someone who
May help reveal my heart - someone said

While you're a part of cracerbox palace
Do what the rest all do
Or face the fact that crackerbox palace
May have no other choice than to deport you

I [bad word] you to crackerbox palace
We've been expecting you
You bring us joy in crackerbox palace
No matter where you roam know our love is [bad word] 
Sometimes are good . . . sometimes are bad
That's all a part of life
And standing in between them all
I met a mr. grief - and he said

I [bad word] you to crackerbox palace
Was not expecting you
Let's rap and tap at crackerbox palace
Know that the lord is well and inside of you
 [bad word]