Lyrics Those Poor Bastards

Those Poor Bastards

Behold Black Sheep

Hail!

Hail!

Hail!

I don't fear Satan

and I don't fear God

six feet of cold black dirt, man,

that's all I want

Behold the black sheep of the bible belt

behold the black sheep of the bible belt

They call me worthless

and they say I'm doomed

but I can pray more fiercely

that any Christian in this room

Behold the black sheep of the bible belt

behold the black sheep of the bible belt

Why don't you save your prayers for sunday?

I don't believe there's only one way

My soul is famished, man,

I can feel it poking through my skin

watching the doves they die of hunger

when they see me passing under, Lord

Behold the black sheep of the bible belt

behold the black sheep of the bible belt

The gals ignore me, the men they kick me

everyone turns so cold hearted when they get holy

The men ignore me, and the gals, they kick me

everyone turns so cold hearted when they get holy

Behold the black sheep of the bible belt

behold the black sheep of the bible belt

Why don't you save your prayers for Sunday?

I don't believe there's only one way