Kenny White
Текст песни Pat Robertson

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 homophobia
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 kill, thou shalt not kill'
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 trespass 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 compassion 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

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