Well, it's time to talk to you
To do your damn worst
I'm burning * down
In the places they cursed
One church at a time
And the kids with the rest
And all of their crimes
In their best dress
I'm gonna sharpen my knife
I'm gonna straighten my halo
I'm gonna tie up my boots
And leave out the rest
I'm gonna leave out the rest
Leave out the rest
Leave out the rest
Leave out the rest

Counting losses, burning crosses
Bulls and sheep at buttermilk
Are coming through my head
Telling lies and making talked
Bulls and sheep at buttermilk
Are coming through my head
Bulls and sheep at buttermilk

Hey hey hey


* your sticks and your stones
And your perfect homes
Don't see no perfection
Just your indiscretion
Making disciples
And carrying Bibles
As someday evangelists
With an evil twist
I'm gonna sharpen my knife
I'm gonna straighten my halo
I'm gonna tie up my boots
And leave out the rest
I'm gonna leave out the rest
Leave out the rest
Leave out the rest
Leave out the rest
Leave out the rest
Counting losses
Burning crosses
Rosed sheep on lots of leave indeed
guessing lies and taking pats here
Democrats
Rosed sheep on lots of leave indeed
Democrats



guitar solo
Ooh, counting losses, burning crosses
Ooh, counting losses, burning crosses
Ooh, who's this sheep of losses we've been
Ooh, who's this sheep of losses we've been