Jesus won't you save me a fetus
brother can you spare a dime
the electric chair needs a fixing
we're gonna sizzle his ass good this time
Jesus send a plague of locusts
or carve open the blood red sea
lead the sodomites to the middle
and crush 'em all with glee

oh the last shall be first and the first shall be last
taken with a grain of salt
surely my lofty position in life
is not at all my fault

Jesus won't you bomb me a country
make it a smaller one this time
Israel makes me nervous
but not as much as Palestine
Jesus won't you cut my taxes
and close them public schools
dens of atheists and liberals
and democratic fools

oh cast blessings on our leader
a righteous holy man
he'll even send the marines to spread your word
oh rapture him if you can

Jesus won't you count your blessings
that we've picked up your ball and run
down the throats of the unbelievers
but away from the sound of the guns
war kinda makes us nervous
all that bloodshed and the gore
we much prefer the telly
and deferments by the score

Hallelujah praise the Lord
bow down your heads and pray
that all who don't believe pray tell
will burn on judgment day
yippiii iii yippiii aaaaa

Jesus won't you find me a hooker
man or woman I don't care
little boy will do in a pinch
up to you how to answer my prayer
I'm a hypocrite and a scoundrel
but the cash is rolling down
and my wife grows downright frigid
on the other side of town

Holy, dumb, and happy
as white as driven snow
why you make 'em so stupid
man...I just don't know

Jesus won't you save me a fetus
brother can you spare a dime
the electric chair needs a fixing
we're gonna sizzle his ass good this time
Jesus send a plague of locusts
or carve open the blood red sea
lead the sodomites to the middle
and crush 'em all with glee

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