So Help Me God: or, You’re Welcome, Mr. Citizen: Part 5
How do you know that I don’t got faith,
That I didn’t sit with my Bible every night
Reading by that horrid red-lens, GI light
And pray to God the great protector
To the Lord, the great intercessor?
Tell me, son, what’s Armageddon look like?
Cause I never read nothing about
Jesus Christ girding on a leather vest,
And rallying together a student union
To battle the wicked armies of Satan.
The Lord is a warrior; he loves me and you.
But I’m a soldier too and you hate me still.
But a warrior ain’t always a man with medals
But the fella who stands up for what’s right
Says: “this is my country, this is my family,
And nobody gonna take them away.”