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Dan Tyminski - God Fearing Heathen
God Fearing Heathen
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Well, I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath
I gave him every reason to leave me for dead
Thank God He didn't, 'cause I swear I believe
There's a place up in heaven for a God-fearing heathen like me
And I know those streets of gold
Ain't just paying for the souls
Of the straight-walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink
It's for the losers and the winners, and hard-living sinners
And God-fearing heathens like me
Heathens like me
Now I've danced with my demons, there's nowhere to run
I could have stood in the darkness, loaded the gun
But I prayed holes in the knees of this old faded jeans
For a place up in heaven for a God-fearing heathen like me
And I know those streets of gold
Ain't just paying for the souls
Of the straight-walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink
It's for the losers and the winners
Hard-living sinners, and God-fearing heathens like me
Now I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath
I gave him every reason to leave me for dead
I gave him every reason to leave me for dead
Thank God He didn't, 'cause I swear I believe
There's a place up in heaven for a God-fearing heathen like me
And I know those streets of gold
Ain't just paying for the souls
Of the straight-walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink
It's for the losers and the winners, and hard-living sinners
And God-fearing heathens like me
Heathens like me
Now I've danced with my demons, there's nowhere to run
I could have stood in the darkness, loaded the gun
But I prayed holes in the knees of this old faded jeans
For a place up in heaven for a God-fearing heathen like me
And I know those streets of gold
Ain't just paying for the souls
Of the straight-walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink
It's for the losers and the winners
Hard-living sinners, and God-fearing heathens like me
Now I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath
I gave him every reason to leave me for dead
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God Fearing Heathen (2023) |
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