Holy Shit by Killing for Christ Lyrics
Holy Shit
Fuckin’ listen up, kids
If you don’t wanna go to hell
It’s time for Reverend Bill’s revival
Drink the holy wine y’all
And never mind the smell
Communion of the homicidal
Army
Follow me
Oh, believer
Kill for me
Cast off
Sympathy
Only think of
Me
Profit
Profit
Follow me to profit
Money is the only prophet people wanna see
Cult of hate
It’s Lunacy
Anticipate
A killing spree
Honesty
Heresy
Tell us what it’s gonna be
But watch your mouth or pay the price
Cuz someone’s gonna pay
You know
We grow
Every day
Our numbers go
Up another vote is gone
No one to overthrow
America will be
The land of opportunity
As soon as we can kill
The ones who disagree
But First
We’ll need
The sick majority
To vote us in and let us run
A brutal corporatocracy
Cult of hate
It’s Lunacy
Anticipate
A killing spree
The ruse
Well known
The generations before have set in stone
Designed
To breed
A new deluded generation of the family tree
We reap
What’s sewn from the
Inherited diseases of the mind and soul
The world
Is sick
Our only cure is defecation of the holy shit
Come to order. Mr. Gram, the 1st amendment does not permit a person to commit Heresy nor does it allow blasphemy or slanderous hate speech against god himself. And so this court has no choice but to impose upon you the harshest possible sentence. You are hereby sentenced to hang until death in accordance with U.S. law
You preach
And mindfuck the weaklings, but know
Not all of us bow to your friend
Imagination is a hell of a drug mix the politics
And you’re ready to win
Kill me
Kill all the rest of us, we won’t die
Pushing us to violence is the next step
There’s nothing left but a war
Genocide for Jesus, for justice he’s
Not your god anymore
Bullshit gods
Bullshit claims
Gave us
Bullshit brains
We’ve destroyed our
Only home
Holy Shit
Fuck your god
Fuck your scheme
Fuck you
And fuck your dream
We don’t need you
Holy
Shit
Fuck your god
Fuck your scheme
Fuck you
And fuck your dream
We don’t need you
Holy
Shit
Army
Follow me
Oh, believer
Kill for me
Cast off
Sympathy
Only think of
Me
Profit
Profit
Follow me to profit
Money is the only God the people wanna see
Honesty
Heresy
Tell us what it’s gonna be
But watch your mouth or pay the price
Cuz someone’s gonna pay
Someone’s gonna pay
Atheism is a disease, counselor, but your client refuses treatment. Mr. Gram, I’d pray for your soul, but we all know that would be a waste of breath
I see
The world as it is
And I’m not sorry for anything said
You preach
And mindfuck the weaklings, but know
Not all of us bow to your friend
Imagination is a hell of a drug mix the politics
And you’re ready to win
Kill me
Kill all the rest of us, we won’t die
Fuckin’ listen up, kids
If you don’t wanna go to hell
It’s time for Reverend Bill’s revival
Drink the holy wine y’all
And never mind the smell
Communion of the homicidal
Army
Follow me
Oh, believer
Kill for me
Cast off
Sympathy
Only think of
Me
Profit
Profit
Follow me to profit
Money is the only prophet people wanna see
Cult of hate
It’s Lunacy
Anticipate
A killing spree
Honesty
Heresy
Tell us what it’s gonna be
But watch your mouth or pay the price
Cuz someone’s gonna pay
You know
We grow
Every day
Our numbers go
Up another vote is gone
No one to overthrow
America will be
The land of opportunity
As soon as we can kill
The ones who disagree
But First
We’ll need
The sick majority
To vote us in and let us run
A brutal corporatocracy
Cult of hate
It’s Lunacy
Anticipate
A killing spree
The ruse
Well known
The generations before have set in stone
Designed
To breed
A new deluded generation of the family tree
We reap
What’s sewn from the
Inherited diseases of the mind and soul
The world
Is sick
Our only cure is defecation of the holy shit
Come to order. Mr. Gram, the 1st amendment does not permit a person to commit Heresy nor does it allow blasphemy or slanderous hate speech against god himself. And so this court has no choice but to impose upon you the harshest possible sentence. You are hereby sentenced to hang until death in accordance with U.S. law
You preach
And mindfuck the weaklings, but know
Not all of us bow to your friend
Imagination is a hell of a drug mix the politics
And you’re ready to win
Kill me
Kill all the rest of us, we won’t die
Pushing us to violence is the next step
There’s nothing left but a war
Genocide for Jesus, for justice he’s
Not your god anymore
Bullshit gods
Bullshit claims
Gave us
Bullshit brains
We’ve destroyed our
Only home
Holy Shit
Fuck your god
Fuck your scheme
Fuck you
And fuck your dream
We don’t need you
Holy
Shit
Fuck your god
Fuck your scheme
Fuck you
And fuck your dream
We don’t need you
Holy
Shit
Army
Follow me
Oh, believer
Kill for me
Cast off
Sympathy
Only think of
Me
Profit
Profit
Follow me to profit
Money is the only God the people wanna see
Honesty
Heresy
Tell us what it’s gonna be
But watch your mouth or pay the price
Cuz someone’s gonna pay
Someone’s gonna pay
Atheism is a disease, counselor, but your client refuses treatment. Mr. Gram, I’d pray for your soul, but we all know that would be a waste of breath
I see
The world as it is
And I’m not sorry for anything said
You preach
And mindfuck the weaklings, but know
Not all of us bow to your friend
Imagination is a hell of a drug mix the politics
And you’re ready to win
Kill me
Kill all the rest of us, we won’t die