Baptist Church Blues, Pts.1-2

When I was a boy, my old Grandpa said to me
Take this bible in your hand and Grandson you'd better read

Well, I got a Bible, I got a Bible in my hand
But I won't read and so my soul be damned

Jesus, my savior, I wouldn't, wouldn't let him in
Sweet Jesus and his religion couldn't save me from sin

Now I'm a man, all grown up big and strong
And my Grandpa and his religion, now he's dead and gone

If the churches burned down no more guilt or piety
The Bible's one book that I don't wanna read
Since I was a boy, religion's my enemy

The Baptist church will teach you to fear and dread
Don't think for yourself, they'll think for you instead
Accept your Jesus, go to paradise when you're dead

The Preacher speaks as if he was God's own tongue
You've got no defense when you are very young
To the word of their God, I am deaf and dumb

If I was afraid, afraid of a judgement day
If I was afraid, afraid of a judgement day
Then I'd get on my knees to God above I'd pray

The Baptist Church will teach you to fear and dread
Don't think for yourself, they'll think for you instead
Accept your Jesus, go to paradise when you're dead