"DIRTY, FILTHY, SWINE"
You say that I can't pick guitar
And that I sang like a foreigner
Wollerin' in a dumpster drankin' cheap wine
Well you live your life on pre Scripts Ions
Doctor visits just for fun
Puttin' down us folks that really got a mind
Chorus:
You're a swine
You're a swine
A smooth-talkin' swine
You got a degree
So you can tell me
Just how to walk a line
You filthy swine
I'll never dine
At your table or drink your wine
Your clothes are fine but don't match your mind
You dirty, filthy, swine!!
You say that I don't know the truth
Well it damned sure ain't comin' from you
Drippy nose and a cabinet full of pills
You made you bed with everyone
Threw your parties and had your fun
Now you want me to die for all your cheap thrills
HELL NO!!!
Chorus:
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"The queen of the South
shall rise up
in the judgment with the
men of
this generation, and
condemn them:
For she came from the ends
of
the earth to hear the
wisdom of Solomon;
and behold, one greater
than Solomon is here."
Luke 11:31.
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"And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall
they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall
take up serpents; and if they dirnk any deadly thing , it shall not
hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover."
Mark 16:17-18
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"I'm Not For Sale"
Words/Music/Arrangement By: Mrs. Krissa Ann
Norton
Drums: Rick Richards
All Guitars: Jack Saunders
Recorded by Jack Saunders @ White Cat Recording
Studios, Houston, Texas.
THEY SAY I’M A DREAMER MY HEAD IS IN THE
CLOUDS
I DRESS LIKE A SINNER SO WHAT DO I WEAR
NOW
YOU LOOK AT ME FUNNY AND THINK I’M NOT
AWARE
WELL TAKE BACK YOUR MONEY AND TAKE
BACK YOUR GREEDY STARE
CHORUS
‘CAUSE I’M NOT FOR SALE
AND I’M NOT LIKE YOU
YOU OWN THE CLOUDS
WELL, BABY, BABY
BABY, I DO TOO
THEY SAY YOU CAN’T MAKE IT BECAUSE THEY
NEVER DID
THEY PUSH YOU DOWN HARDER AND HARDER I
WON’T GIVE
I’VE BEEN TO THE BOTTOM BUT NEVER
TOUCHED THE GROUND
MY LOVE FOR THE FATHER HAS KEPT ME
HANGIN’ ‘ROUND
CHORUS X 2
"Pastor Liar, Pastor Liar" written Dec. 13, 2008 dedicated to, you guessed
it, Pastor LIAR!
Pastor Liar, Pastor Liar
Why'd you tell me all them lies
Let the fat killers roam around
And hung me out to dry
You gave yourself to Satan
Just to save your own sweet ass
Threw your sheep right in the fire
And moved to greener grass (money that is!)
Pastor Liar, Pastor Liar
You like pickin your own sheep
I see the way they look my way
You wish you could pick me
You couldn't make me bat my eyes
Or tremble in my shoes
So you set me up to fight your fight
Cause that's what cowards do (and Politicians too!)
Pastor Liar, Pastor Liar
You will soon be very old
Surrounded by your bleating flock
Who now have come unfold
The strings you tied so carefully
Are coming unwound fast
But like you told me once before,
"Don't show your a double s (Ass that is, Holes go deep, Good ole boy style, See ya
at the lodge!, Don't forget to write that check bigger. Heck, just slide it under the table,
I'll see ya next Sunday, When's that next huntin trip?)