If Loving Jesus is Wrong, I Don't Wanna Be Alt-Right

Jesus, take my hand
Help me guide my gun
Help me shoot away my inner demons
Though some people say that you're not his son
You know that I never stopped believing

500 stories tall, with a beard made out of gold
With an AK47 on his shoulder
I keep my grip tight on my glock and do what I am told
Won't stop until my enemies corpses smolder

Jesus, you're the bullets in my magazine
Sending every shot towards freedom
Light that heathen fire, verify my dreams
Only with your nail-stabbed hands will I beat 'em

Soaring though the sky on your winged dinosaur
High-fiving angel while you pack your gun
Trump and Putin walk across the charred remainders of humanity
And the non-believers burn slowly in the sun
And women finally learn their place, and men will be okay
Jesus shoot my demons away



Credits
Writer(s): Clem Lightning
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