(Hail!)
(Hail!)
(Hail!)
I don't fear Satan
And I don't fear God, yeah
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
Than 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
(Hail!)
(Hail!)
My soul is famished, feel it
Poking through my scars
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 girls ignore me
The men, they kick me
Everyone turns so cold
When they get holy
The men ignore me
And the gals, they kick me
Everybody turns so cold
When they get holy, oh!
(Hail!)
(Hail!)
(Hail!)
|
