Jesus With a Shotgun

Long hair, nice beard, steel horse he rides And he can ride all night In the water glass he always has whiskey shots He is the son of God This time my dad will not be around No gifts and no saints I'm loading my shotgun baby And I will do it my own way If you hear his steps It is too late to run What has to be done Will be done Just look towards the sky And take your last breath Holy shotgun pellets Will break through your chest Sitting in your golden house Scared like a child You can feel it on your skin Things are getting wild Your creamy ivory statues soon will turn red There is no way to pay him off Soon you will be dead Swallow any hope And die for your sins Die for your sins In hell for your sins Die! Long hair, nice beard, steel horse he rides And he is doing well One day he will come, one shot, one smile And you are in hell If you hear his steps It is too late to run What has to be done Will be done Just look towards the sky And take your last breath Holy shotgun pellets Will break through your chest