Good Man - David Wilcox

Let me apologize in advance

For the way my friend behaves

He’ll pick a fight and take a holy stance

He’s so proud that he’s so saved

I hope you don’t judge Jesus

By the things my friend will say

He holds a bible like a dagger

And he twists it just that way

He just loves conversation — like a cat loves a bird

I guess he’s always been a good man — in the worst sense of the word

The good knights went out to save the day

In the age of the crusades

A sharp sword on a tortured soul

They were sure the point was made

Any tool can be a weapon

If it’s used with that intent

The devil’s great at quoting scripture

And confusing what it meant

So all the evils done for Jesus — it is a history so absurd

But there will always be a good man — in the worst sense of the word

They 'jacked a plane to make a sneak attack

They were trained to die in flames

Their last words were to God above

Just to praise His holy name

For all the terror and destruction

They felt no sense of shame

You gotta wonder why religion

Can make people so insane

But their devotion was unquestioned — follow straight and never swerve

The devil always needs a good man — in the worst sense of the word