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Feel real low, smoke a joint
Cuss real, make your point
Rock 'n' roll's 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, you're a pagan!

You're a pagan with a capital "P"
You're a pagan full of idolatry
You're a pagan, that is what you bee
There's no fakin', fry like bacon
You're a pagan!

You're 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
You've evolved into a pagan

You're a pagan with a capital "P"
You're a pagan full of idolatry
You're a pagan, that is what you bee
There's no fakin', fry like bacon
You're a pagan!

Sunday morning go to church
Every Monday fall from your perch
Wednesday prayer fills 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, you're a pagan!

You're a pagan with a capital "P"
You're a pagan full of idolatry
You're a pagan, that is what you bee
There's no fakin', fry like bacon
You're a pagan!
You're a pagan full of idolatry
You're a pagan, oh, satan you'll see
Fry like bacon, you're a pagan!

Yeah, P. I. G.
Let's kick it
"I scream Sunday"

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