Those Crazy Christians

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Those crazy Christians, I was 
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gonna sleep in today
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But the church bells woke me up 
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and they’re a half a mile away
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Those crazy Christians, dressed up 
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drivin’ down my street
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Get their weekly dose of guilt 
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before they head to Applebee’s


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They pray before they eat and they 
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pray before they snore
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They pray before a football game 
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and every time they score
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Every untimely passing, every dear 
departed soul
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Is just another good excuse to 
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bake a casserole


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Those crazy Christians, go and 
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jump on some airplane
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And fly to Africa or Haiti, risk 
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their lives in Jesus’ name
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No, they ain’t the late night 
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party kind
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They curse the devil’s whiskey 
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while they drink the Savior’s wine

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A famous TV preacher has a big 
affair and then
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One tearful confession and he’s 
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born again again
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Someone yells hallelujah and they 
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shout and clap and sing
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It’s like they can’t wait to 
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forgive someone for just about 
anything


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Those crazy Christians, instead of 
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being outside on this sunny 
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afternoon
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They’re by the bedside of a 
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stranger in a cold hospital room
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And every now and then they meet a 
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poor lost soul like me
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Who’s not quite sure just who or 
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what or how he ought to be
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They march him down the aisle and 
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then the next thing that you know
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They dunk him in the water and here
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 comes another one of those crazy 
Christians


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They look to heaven their whole life
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And I think what if they’re wrong 
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but what if they’re right
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You know it’s funny, much as I’m 
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baffled by it all
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If I ever really needed help, well 
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you know who I’d call