and tellin Christian folks what to do You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than
and flies up into the night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city,
lead them home Father, we will lead them home Sinner, reach out your hands! Children in Christ you stand! Sinner, reach out your hands! Children in Christ
I guess that makes me child of the sixties But anyways we didn't stay we moved to plant city Then to Lakeland then to Miami then to Ybor city Living
the centre of the galaxy, Alchemy Spirits soul my commitmentSo that's efficient, receive nine dimensions Of cosmic expansion exquisitely Philadelphian church, chosen city
zoroastric formulas to the feverish writings of St. John We hold the grail, the blood of christ the dead sea scrolls revealed the truth we felt the hypocrisy of the church
forest to the Christians faith Was closely linked to the Devil's house City and village, monastery and abbey Spiritual places for the Christianity Fear
organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God
perpetual Christian guilt. He hangs there as a remainder of our own subjugation. Let it be known that he alone is Christ, Those who dare emulate him
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies, Buried treasure sunken deep, in darkened tombs where dead men sleep. Gold fills hands, or is it sand, The same that covers everything? Where cities
Emerald haunt in overdrive Nightmare descent into Jericho city Camel dust heralds our arrival New Christ beneath the drumkit moon Oh Lord we are threatened
and be color blind The problem's not Hollywood, the problem's not Washington The problem's a weak divided church of schizmed christians Never going back
his ribs through that You cocksucker let your ears do that Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap 2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back Leavin Jersey City
folk are flighty, but holy crap, Christ almighty, I love a little town! Brenda- Mr Van Horne, your language! Darryl- Oh come on, this isn't a real church
to the church I don't need that kind of salvation When I get hurt Don't fill my head with sermons And force me to believe Chorus 2 This is the city
up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't But every church
a great revival spreading like a mighty wind From every city town and village starting first in the hearts of men Every church bell started ringing every Christian