كلمات Hinkley Had A Vision

Can you believe we're being plagued by religion still? These christians aren't about to give up It's the same countless fools, go on and on and on and on and Closest thing to witches I've ever seen Let's get out the gas and set 'em on fire! Aw, teach me how to pray, good christian If it works, you'll all be dead We'll see the secret to salvation For me, it's when you're dead, you're dead, you're dead! I can't believe they're serious Superstitious, spastic fools They live for everlasting life And ruin my life here on earth They must be so intelligent To know so much more than me I wanna take the president, chop off his head And mail it to them in a garbage bag Hinkley had a vision Hinkley had a vision Hinkley had a vision Hinkley had a vision Hinkley had a vision Hinkley had a vision Hinkley had a vision Hinkley had a vision Hinkley had a vision