Coven - Boneless Christian lyrics

Some Christians prefer to serve their ministries I like to serve Jesus hot off the rotisserie It doesn't really matter that my soul is headed south Cause Christ is on the fire with an apple in his mouth! Maybe I'm satanic, as satanic as hell But don't it make your mouth water, that roasting Christian smell? When I get hungry and I feel the need to eat Nothing soothes my palette quite like boneless Christian meat The peasants are restless down at the mission Hungry as hell, I've got a sneaking suspicion That I know what they want, and it's no imposition Boneless Christian! Fed up with a diet of force-fed religion With every problem, therein lies it's own solution We could feed every Christian To the hungry and the homeless But before you do, you'd better Make sure they're boneless! And as I fired up the barbecue I made a suggestion You bring the chips And I'll bring the Christian! Boneless Christian! Boneless Christian! Boneless Christian!