Heathens
Thump the Bible at 3:16
Get the preacher
Grab the preacher
Wrath and Love of Christ on them
Redeem the sinners
Absolve the sinners
Won't somebody do something
Think of the children
About the children
Won't someone at least go get the guns
Get me Baphomet instead of Christ
He loves to party
Loves to party
Bottoms up, it's time to fucking go
Wake us up in time to hit the stage and
Let's party
Wasted children high on gasoline
They're raising hell around the city
The fucking heathens
What's it gonna take to wake us up
Soon they'll wrap their filthy hands around our women
Lock your daughters, shoot you fucking sons
Get me Ishtar instead of Christ
She loves to party
She's getting naughty
Faces down, it's time to fucking go
Wake us up in time to hit the stage and
Let's party
Outlaws loaded up on gasoline
We're raising hell around your city
What's it gonna take to wake you up
Soon we'll wrap our filthy hands around your women
Lock your daughters, shoot your sons
Get me Lucifer instead of Christ
He loves to party
Loves to party
Bottoms up, it's time to fucking go
Wake us up in time to hit the stage and
Let's party
Sons of Nephilim on gasoline
For God so loved the world
He gave his Son
That whosoever believeth in him
Shall get on the run
Get me Lucifer instead of Christ
He loves to party
Loves to party,
Bottoms up, it's time to fucking go
Wake us up in time to hit the stage and
Let's party
Sons of Nephilim on gasoline
Sons of Nephilim on gasoline
Sons of Nephilim on gasoline
Get the preacher
Grab the preacher
Wrath and Love of Christ on them
Redeem the sinners
Absolve the sinners
Won't somebody do something
Think of the children
About the children
Won't someone at least go get the guns
Get me Baphomet instead of Christ
He loves to party
Loves to party
Bottoms up, it's time to fucking go
Wake us up in time to hit the stage and
Let's party
Wasted children high on gasoline
They're raising hell around the city
The fucking heathens
What's it gonna take to wake us up
Soon they'll wrap their filthy hands around our women
Lock your daughters, shoot you fucking sons
Get me Ishtar instead of Christ
She loves to party
She's getting naughty
Faces down, it's time to fucking go
Wake us up in time to hit the stage and
Let's party
Outlaws loaded up on gasoline
We're raising hell around your city
What's it gonna take to wake you up
Soon we'll wrap our filthy hands around your women
Lock your daughters, shoot your sons
Get me Lucifer instead of Christ
He loves to party
Loves to party
Bottoms up, it's time to fucking go
Wake us up in time to hit the stage and
Let's party
Sons of Nephilim on gasoline
For God so loved the world
He gave his Son
That whosoever believeth in him
Shall get on the run
Get me Lucifer instead of Christ
He loves to party
Loves to party,
Bottoms up, it's time to fucking go
Wake us up in time to hit the stage and
Let's party
Sons of Nephilim on gasoline
Sons of Nephilim on gasoline
Sons of Nephilim on gasoline
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Writer(s): Dmitry Gaidai
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