Kenny White - Pat Robertson lyrics

pat robertson i think your eyes are like poison your smile's suspicious, your lips are too thin i'm wondering if you might be fond of young boys and that's why you're so darn impatient with sin but don't go blaming jesus for your h*mophobia he wasn't a bigot, he wasn't afraid do me a favor, just once try to go be a nice man and do something good for a change ‘thou shalt not k**, thou shalt not k**' you read it out loud and you hold it up high at the same time you say this isn't god's will, you cheer for the war, i'm just wondering why the icy cold gaze that mirrors your heart your words don't leave hope, pat, they only leave stains what goodness you might've had at the start has been tapped like a keg and drawn from your veins you question my faith and what i believe i'd hold off on that 'til you valued all life if you weren't so cute, pat, i'd probably leave you murder the truth and hand me the knife you represent all that is empty and hollow y'see, i forgive those who trespa** on me how did you fi nd so many who follow so many lost and adrift on the sea if your savior himself showed up at your door looking like that, would you ask him inside? it's more likely you'd turn him away and what's more hate couldn't recognize love if it tried two sides to a coin? no way if there's anyone else's opinion, you turn off the sound but when the will of the few is imposed on the many it's a matter of time before we all drown with compa**ion a curse, and love obsolete and rewriting the bible not taken too well it's ok your admission's denied by st. pete they're already printing your name tag in hell ok that's enough now you're starting to scare me besides, you're beginning to look kind of stressed a direct line to who?? oh pat, c'mon spare me in god's corporation you're a stock boy at best kenny white…piano