Gutter gospel

Ain’t no saints in these parts… just sinners singin’ with b***d on their hands.) INTRO ) (.) “Lord, forgive me… nah, f**k that—ain’t no savin’ a soul like mine.” (B**t kicks in, slow and heavy, like a hymn dragged through the mud.) VERSE 1 ) Shotgun choir, sinners in the back Preacher man preach with a flask in his lap! Hymns turn curses, pages burn quick Turn the holy water red, let ‘em all sip! Twelve-gauge gospel, sermon cut short One wrong step, now he talkin’ to the Lord! Ain’t no savior, just wolves in disguise Hymn book full of names that we sent to the pines! Whiskey breath thick, crosses flipped down Steeple full of smoke, hell hit this town Choir boys hush when the reaper come ‘round Sing ya last song when ya body hit ground! HOOK ) GUTTER GOSPEL, CHOIR GONE WILD! HYMNS TURNED CURSES, PREACHER DONE LIED! WHISKEY IN THE CUP, B***D ON THE PAGE—AND A CHURCH FULL OF SINNERS THAT AIN’T GETTIN’ SAVED! GUTTER GOSPEL, DEVIL IN THE CHOIR! FLAMES IN THE STEEPLE, HOLY GHOST TIRED! BURN DOWN THE BOOK, LET THE ASHES RAIN—CAUSE THE ONLY REAL GOD OUT HERE IS PAIN! .) VERSE 2) Rope round his throat, made his last wish Prayed to a god that don’t know he exist Judgment day came, I held that gavel Ain’t no jury, just b***d in the chapel! Hands in the dirt, knees on the ground Hellfire drip when the rain come down Smoke in the sky, bells sound deep One last song ‘fore he put ‘em to sleep! Drunk on the sins, high on the crime Knuckles cracked open, baptized in grime Forgiveness? Nah, ain’t none left Just a barrel to the jaw and a prayer for death! OUTRO ) .) “Ain’t no heaven for a man like me.”