Crock O Christian
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Lyrics
The bible is nothing but a book crammed full of lies Stories of the holymen, the theives that I despise All the sorrow that was felt when he was crucified Would not be witnessed if someone else had died You gather around the crucifix to watch your Jesus rot Crown of thorns upon his head, feet, and hands Nailed to the cross Flesh meets wood, a christian dead, religious views are thrown Now that followers die, your god is left alone So send them your money, or write them a check To pay for a new car, they are fucking sick A crock-o-christian, they are scamming pigs Who care not for others, they make me sick
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:30
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 79 BPM