time for us to pull together and stand, as one. All eyes are turning towards the Son. Drop your fists now, what you resent. Let's not forget who we represent. And
I walked into the room, and she was right there waiting. Leaning up against the bar, well she was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her spandex, and blacker
, have a good time in America-Gomorrah. What are you looking at, you better not make me mad. I'll drive by your house and shoot your dog, and mom, and
intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun. Stop and see weire all alike, and we
Through this mirrored image feeling Was my head so oddly reeling Not aware of floor or ceiling Kneeling and crying out All the past I'd spent denying
[Hey everybody, this is Combat Chuck, And I love this song, because it's about me.] A real life superhero. He's got the Holy Ghost, He's either praising
would be nice, if we could take these injuns and convert them all to Christ; See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain, and if they don
so Green. So much easier to think that we did this all ourselves, so much easier to let our hearts do what they've felt. To throw our chips up in the air, and
Shut up.
advice. I put a name on something and ever since, I've made an art of building my counterfeit intelligence. Seemingly to me, I am Straightening a world of cluttered thoughts and
be but you The only one love divine My heart, my mind are yours Everywhere I go I see your face through the crowd Everywhere I go I hear your voice clear and
should be. Praise God from whom all blessings flow, praise Him all creatures here below, praise Him above ye heavenly host, praise Father, Son, and Holy
proudly Voices raised to sing their praise Of their hollow country All this talk of freedom And some talk of liberty From your plastic podium You try and
s time for us to pull together and stand, as one. All eyes are turning towards the Son. Drop your fists now, what you resent. Let's not forget who we represent. And
such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun. Stop and see we?re all alike, and
's got the Holy Ghost. He's either praising Jesus, or he's making toast. Ain't got no superpowers, ain't got no giant brain, but he would try and help
tomorrow, have a good time in America-Gomorrah. What are you looking at, you better not make me mad. I'll drive by your house and shoot your dog, and mom, and
could be but you The only one love divine My heart, my mind are yours Everywhere I go I see your face through the crowd Everywhere I go I hear your voice clear and