Get Set Go Jesus Christ Wore Leather
Jesus Christ would never play rock and roll his tone was too low
Abraham Lincoln smoked crack cocain on the down low
yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Mother Mary spread her legs for me and I made her plea
Buddhist monks would go suddenly wild and swallow my seed
yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Don’t you try to turn the ordinary people into saints
cause everybody loves and everybody fears and everybody hates
and all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground
they’re waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down
Brother Gandhi turned a trick or two in his day
Mother Theresa liked to touch little girls in a special way
yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Martin Luther King traded slaves down the river wild
Jesus Christ would never play rock and roll on the radio dial
yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Don’t you try to turn the ordinary people into saints
cause everybody loves and everybody fears and everybody hates
and all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground
they’re waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down
yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Don’t you try to turn the ordinary people into saints
cause everybody loves and everybody fears and everybody hates
and all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground
they’re waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down
