Christ Was An Angry Man

Christ he ain't the weak hippie freak you're told about He ain't no smoking weed I said he ain't no meek and mild These nails not holding him so you'd better just stay behind These flashy eyes you see just appear from a new facade Hail the man who cleans this old manure You know it seems like noone else but he only has the cure It's time I told you now our religion is nothing more Than the true fossil of an age when impatience was born and raised