Verse 1:
What's your reason to be?
When darkness emerges
With a name and purpose
And pain feeds the need for blood
And evil begins to surface
The land of the forgotten
They've forgot us for certain
More evil than good
In the gutters living and lurking
Laying in low in churches
Pastor Jackson preaching
To ma**es burping amens
With a scent of Bourbon
Plate in service pa**ing
And receiving 5's and some 10's
For boots flashy suits
And the new lease on the Benz
So can the pastor forgive me?
"it isn't his forgiveness that you need
Son you need to ask god
If your forgiven"
But I've given him my lifestyle
Changed the way the I'm living
And talking to the sky
With this guy that doesn't listen
Son listen your missing the point
Faith is something horrid and great
Makes you believe in something
Not in your face
Base your existence on beliefs
To relieve your own fate
Waiting for angles, clouds and a large golden gate
First name and last
And if your on the list you may pa**
How good have you been in the past?
I ask Saint Peter
How come we
Gotta prove ourselves worthy
To him
And the devil seems to want us and need us?
Clouds open under my feet
And I plumit
But can I feel fear?
If I could there'd
Knots in my stomache
Heat under my feet
Hear the flames as they roar
I land and I stand
In front if the giant red door
Hot coles red as the devils
Balls on the floor
Awaiting in suspense
Tense me and a billion more
We walk in
Not knowing where we're going
And just walking
And surprise ... were in a sinners
Paradise
Not all fire
But streams of alcohol like rivers
Deliver you a drink
As the stream banks a slithers
Thru demons on some drums
Banging to a rhythm
Dancing in the heat to the beat is every heathen
Drums stop
In the horizon rising are 2 horns
With three spikes he arrives
With his trident
"welcome to all cause you where
Always all invited
I too was rejected thrown from heaven and spited
I too was god created
Just like all you people
And if god created me
Than god created evil
And if god created bad
To compete with good
With what purpose?
On purpose and just to feed his ego
I don't hate you
Human beings what I relate to
Wanted you all
Like it was I who create you
Out of clay sticks and stone
He made skin and bones
Good started off everything
That's bad or wrong
Distraction eyes away from
The magic action
Just like every book sinners
Are written by the winners"
We made a toast
Gold cups rum with cold cuts
Cups pointing the end of the table
Our hostess
Chorus:
Asking to yourself; what would Jesus do?
Not even asking to yourself; who does Jesus be?
Damn your soul (ooohh!) your gonna need Jesus b
Hail Marys rosaries and a Jesus piece