Letras
You're tryna be a good man and muscle it up
But you're hiding in a good ole Bible bluff
And your hands keep sweating, nose keeps running
And you can't get up 'cause you can't quit bumming them cigs
And that liquor, it's no wonder why you keep getting sicker
My friend, you're sick, you're twisted
Quit acting like a real good Christian
You don't know
Where your soul is gonna go
Brother, you don't know, mmm
You don't know
Looks like your grit's gone soft, and your heart's gone hard
And you're hiding in a good ole faith facade
But your eyes stopped welling, and your lips stopped telling
And you never stopped praying
But you can't quit bumming them smokes
Them Swishers, makes you wonder if the Lord's still with you
'Cause you're sick, you're twisted
But you're acting like a real good Christian
You don't know
Where your soul is gonna go
Brother, you don't know, oh-oh-oh-oh
You don't know
You don't know
But deep down, you still know you
There's a good man hiding, you know it's true
But deep down, you still know you
There's a good man wondering why he can't get loose
Deep down, you still know you
There's a good man hiding, you know it's true
Deep down, you still know you
There's a good man wondering why he still don't know
Where his soul's gonna go
Brother, you don't know, oh-oh-oh-oh
You don't know
You don't know