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