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Heard the whispers, shot my gun
Made the congregation run
Saw the sinners in the crowd
Hear them cry, aren't they loud?
Shot my baby, killed a nun
Kicked a man who held his son
Fell right down in a pew
Looked what the good Lord did to you
From the pulpit, the good Lord said to me
This is the way it's gonna be
And the choir sang hallelujah
But it ain't much good
When my bullets cut right through ya
Watch the flock flock to the door
Don't you want the good word anymore?
Is it so hard to see?
With my gun, we'll pray in peace
The doors open, I saw the light
You ain't walking without a fight
The blood runs out the door
You ain't coming back to this church no more
From the pulpit, the good Lord said to me
This is the way it's gonna be
And the choir sang hallelujah
But that ain't much good
When my bullets cut right through ya