Artist: One Bad Pig Album: I Scream Sunday Title: You're a Pagan Feel real low, smoke a joint Cuss real, make your point Rock n rolls 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, youre a pagan Chorus: Youre a pagan, with a capital P Youre a pagan, full of idolatry Youre a pagan, that is what you bee Theres no fakin, fry like bacon Youre a pagan Youre 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 Youve evolved into a pagan Youre a pagan, with a capital P Youre a pagan, full of idolatry Youre a pagan, that is what you bee Theres no fakin, fry like bacon Youre 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, youre a pagan Youre a pagan, with a capital P Youre a pagan, full of idolatry Youre a pagan, that is what you bee Theres no fakin, fry like bacon Youre a pagan...

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