Feel real low, smoke a joint Cuss real, make your point Rock ´n´ roll´s all you play Always getting your own way Where you goin´, where you been Your cruddy heart is full of sin In the words of Kenneth Hagin, Face the facts, you´re a pagan
Chorus: You´re a pagan, with a capital P You´re a pagan, full of idolatry You´re a pagan, that is what you bee There´s no fakin´, fry like bacon You´re a pagan
You´re a man whose out of shape But before that, you were an ape In eons past, you were a worm Not long before, you were a germ Where you goin´, where you been Your cruddy heart is full of sin Like Charlie Darwin and Carl Sagan You´ve evolved into a pagan
You´re a pagan, with a capital P You´re a pagan, full of idolatry You´re a pagan, that is what you bee There´s no fakin´, fry like bacon You´re a pagan
Sunday morning, go to church Every monday, fall from your perch Wednesday prayer fill your cup Every friday, throw it up Where you goin´, where you been Your cruddy heart is full of sin Hear the charge that I am makin´ There is no doubt, you´re a pagan
You´re a pagan, with a capital P You´re a pagan, full of idolatry You´re a pagan, that is what you bee There´s no fakin´, fry like bacon You´re a pagan...
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. Copyright All Rights Reserved - RecordFly, LLC
