skies You know when I was just a little boy my momma used to take me to church And we'd read the Bible together And we'd sing those wonderful old hymns
to wait She made faces at the goddamn rednecks And said, "Look at you boy, you must worship Satan" Just because I had the same long hair As the Jesus
superior we don't dont jack cars We jack for air craft carriers I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to pieces Hymn em like sewing machines and jesus
Gitchimanitou (sp?) sent angel choirs instead. Before their light the stars grew dim, And wandering hunters heard the hymn: Chorus: "Jesus our King is born. Jesus
to feed And yet and yet our homefire never flickered once Cause when all these things went wrong Mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song (What a friend we have in Jesus
Disemboweled on the altar, Jesus Christ Entrails in the pentagram circle Spill his blood and reversing Catholic hymn Invocate the onslaught of Satan
see in your hallow If you believe you will dwell in failure Fuck your god, holy mother for the whore she is Fuck your god, bible thumper preaching threats from hymn
that day About a quarter mile out of town I found his body hanging in A grove of pines, swaying in the wind And as he swang that rope sang Another hymn to Jesus
Today is the Feast of the Epiphany The celebration of the arrival of the three wise men To pay homage to the baby Jesus I want you to imagine what that
are gonna lay down the rules [Matthew & Abraham] Stand up and sing a hymn to heaven Stand up and watch the organist play Stand up and sing a hymn to
will know what your feeling He'll find you Seek you nevertheless Running petroleum all over your legs The hymn that he sing won't be forgiveness The hymn
Another sunday morning, another time to pray A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away Another sermon, another hymn to sing And on her hand a golden
, yeah Jesus is the rock and He rolled my blues away I ain't knockin' the hymns, just give me a song that has a beat I ain't knockin' the hymns but give
you) endlessly Oh lord You died for hymns Mighty soul Answers me Onto the sun Rise thee Oh lord -Died for hymns Mighty soul Answers me Mourner's lament
a George Jones classic, in a big black book of hymns. Oh but I'm living proof that Jesus saves in a smoky place like this. Chorus: George Jones and Jesus
to church on Sunday I sat up front in a pew The priest said "Jesus and Mary too Son what the devils got into you? Get up and sing a hymn or two" And
'Cause we are all broken here And we're are all ashamed I couldn't fool you if I wanted to Our stories are too much the same And what about this Jesus
boy ready to get in here (hahaha) TRUTH, CM, Hey you grown now (get it) Yea [Verse I: Da' TRUTH] We do missions for Christ Jesus And we don't need to