You're A Pagan
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Feel real low, smoke a joint
Cuss real, make your point
Rock ´n´ roll´s all you play
Always getting your own way
Where you goin´, where you been
Your cruddy heart is full of sin
In the words of Kenneth Hagin,
Face the facts, you´re a pagan
Chorus:
You´re a pagan, with a capital P
You´re a pagan, full of idolatry
You´re a pagan, that is what you bee
There´s no fakin´, fry like bacon
You´re a pagan
You´re a man whose out of shape
But before that, you were an ape
In eons past, you were a worm
Not long before, you were a germ
Where you goin´, where you been
Your cruddy heart is full of sin
Like Charlie Darwin and Carl Sagan
You´ve evolved into a pagan
You´re a pagan, with a capital P
You´re a pagan, full of idolatry
You´re a pagan, that is what you bee
There´s no fakin´, fry like bacon
You´re a pagan
Sunday morning, go to church
Every monday, fall from your perch
Wednesday prayer fill your cup
Every friday, throw it up
Where you goin´, where you been
Your cruddy heart is full of sin
Hear the charge that I am makin´
There is no doubt, you´re a pagan
You´re a pagan, with a capital P
You´re a pagan, full of idolatry
You´re a pagan, that is what you bee
There´s no fakin´, fry like bacon
You´re a pagan...
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