Help For Fred

Help for Fred What is your hope, Fred Reality of a dope head Listening not to what is said Headed to the abode of the dead Listen my friend, to all who see There is hope for the likes of you and me Being where you are, a painful reality Finding help to set you free A Saviour awaits to make this change Given the chance to loose these chains Knowing your demons, as a dog with mange Can heal all ill, your life rearrange Turn, Fred, and please walk away From the drugs, being the devil's pray Turn to God is what I say He'll give joy of life this very day