Crock O Christian - Disrupt

The bible is nothing but a book crammed full of lies

Stories of the holymen, the theives that I despise

All the sorrow that was felt when he was crucified

Would not be witnessed if someone else had died

You gather around the crucifix to watch your Jesus rot

Crown of thorns upon his head, feet, and hands

Nailed to the cross

Flesh meets wood, a christian dead, religious views are thrown

Now that followers die, your god is left alone

So send them your money, or write them a check

To pay for a new car, they are fucking sick

A crock-o-christian, they are scamming pigs

Who care not for others, they make me sick