Those Poor Bastards
Those Poor Bastards - Behold Black Sheep songtekst
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Hail! Hail! Hail! I don't fear Satan and I don't fear God six feet of cold black dirt, man, that's all I want Behold the black sheep of the bible belt behold the black sheep of the bible belt They call me worthless and they say I'm doomed but I can pray more fiercely that any Christian in this room Behold the black sheep of the bible belt behold the black sheep of the bible belt Why don't you save your prayers for sunday? I don't believe there's only one way My soul is famished, man, I can feel it poking through my skin watching the doves they die of hunger when they see me passing under, Lord Behold the black sheep of the bible belt behold the black sheep of the bible belt The gals ignore me, the men they kick me everyone turns so cold hearted when they get holy The men ignore me, and the gals, they kick me everyone turns so cold hearted when they get holy Behold the black sheep of the bible belt behold the black sheep of the bible belt Why don't you save your prayers for Sunday? I don't believe there's only one way