Judgement Day - Johnny Crashed
Not every country boy get’s led astray
By women, whiskey, or some righteous way
Not every county boy swallows the pill
Of a Wal-Mart wedding and a trailer on the hill
Not every country boy gets caught in the site
Of family values and the religious right
Not every country boy wears the flag with pride
And hangs his head on the redneck side of life
It’s just part of the life that sucks us all in
Feeds us our lines, our prayers and our sins
At the end of it all lies the pearly white gates
With locks on the door and barbed wire grates
And just like that girl in Little Bo Peep
Surrounded now by all this countries sheep
So when thinking for yourself becomes too much bother
And just like a lamb their led to slaughter
So you can have you god and your holy days
Your pretty boy Jesus and his righteous ways
You can have your crown and your cross of thorns
Selling salvation like religious porn
Cuz I’m headed for the hills with a gun in my hands
Got tired of asking nicely, here's a list of demands
And you better hope your god gets out of my way
And I’ll remember all this on Judgment Day
So I’ll spike a tree with no regrets
What makes me stronger ain’t killed me yet
I’ll spill ny blood and drink my wine
Til the angels fall a second time
Cuz you can lock up a man like a dog in a cage
You can spit on his grave and silence his rage
You can strip him bare for the whole world to see
But the soul of an outlaw, has got to be free
By women, whiskey, or some righteous way
Not every county boy swallows the pill
Of a Wal-Mart wedding and a trailer on the hill
Not every country boy gets caught in the site
Of family values and the religious right
Not every country boy wears the flag with pride
And hangs his head on the redneck side of life
It’s just part of the life that sucks us all in
Feeds us our lines, our prayers and our sins
At the end of it all lies the pearly white gates
With locks on the door and barbed wire grates
And just like that girl in Little Bo Peep
Surrounded now by all this countries sheep
So when thinking for yourself becomes too much bother
And just like a lamb their led to slaughter
So you can have you god and your holy days
Your pretty boy Jesus and his righteous ways
You can have your crown and your cross of thorns
Selling salvation like religious porn
Cuz I’m headed for the hills with a gun in my hands
Got tired of asking nicely, here's a list of demands
And you better hope your god gets out of my way
And I’ll remember all this on Judgment Day
So I’ll spike a tree with no regrets
What makes me stronger ain’t killed me yet
I’ll spill ny blood and drink my wine
Til the angels fall a second time
Cuz you can lock up a man like a dog in a cage
You can spit on his grave and silence his rage
You can strip him bare for the whole world to see
But the soul of an outlaw, has got to be free