Behold Black Sheep - Those Poor Bastards

I don’t fear Satan

And I don’t fear God

Six feet of coal black dirt man

That’s all I want

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

Why don’t you save your prayers for Sunday?

I don’t believe there’s only one way

To Heaven

My soul is famished man

I can feel it pokin' through my skin

Watch the doves they die of hunger

When they see me passin' under

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

I said 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

Why don’t you save your prayers for Sunday?

I don’t believe there’s only one way

To Heaven