Countrygods

This is God's country, please drive through it like hell
Smiling people thinking they've got something to tell
A bible for a brain and a gun for a lover
Just how wrong they are they will never discover
They never shift their gears
They have cruise control
Too many God folk, so where's the birth control
Inbreeded 'tards with genetic diseases
Hunt 'em down like dogs and shoot 'em to pieces

Don't need their K-Mart God or TV preachers
Hiding their sins behind sheeplike features