You're A Pagan

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...