Blackwood Company - Rev. Phelps
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Reverend Phelps, God don't hate a soul he made Even demagogues who decry gay pride parades Rainin' fire from your pulpit Waitin' for the Judgment Day But ain't no holy water Gonna wash your sins away AIDS is a tragedy Not a death sentence for a crime But fueling hatred You'll be doing time Ooh, won't buy your brand of cheap repentance Ooh, using "church" and "hate" in the same sentence Ooh, may've saved your soul but lost your mind Ooh, won't see me on your picket line Matthew Shepard was your target But his killers missed your glance What did you tell the snake When he asked to dance? You've no pity for lost soldiers in Iraq When we turn our cheeks That's when you hit back There'll come a day When your way of thinking fails But in the meantime You'll keep driving nails [warcry]