You’re A Pagan-ONE BAD PIG

Feeling low, smoke a joint, Cuss real loud, make your point, Rock & roll’s all you play, Always getting your own way, Where are you going? Where you been? Your cruddy heart is full of sin, In the words of Kenneth Hagin – face the facts, 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 be, There’s no faking, 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 going? 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 be, There’s no faking, 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 going? Where you been? Your cruddy heart is full of sin, Hear the charge that I am making: 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 be, There’s no faking, fry like bacon, You’re a pagan, You’re a pagan – full of idolatry, You’re a pagan – homo sapie-u-see, Fry like bacon, You’re a pagan. Yo, P-I-G, let’s kick it, Ice Cream Sundae. [[Category:One Bad Pig]]

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