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We are the Christians who do nothing
((The poem is for* Ellie* who let me mess round with her little song))
((The poem is for* Ellie* who let me mess round with her little song))
The Gospel is something we just don’t ever preach
After all Mankind is just so hard to reach
We never ever give a glass of water
Unless you’re rich or have lovely daughter
The homeless we never really feed
After all we don’t want that sort to breed
We don’t understand what Paul is saying
And we can’t be bothered with all this praying
It’s the same as if we saw a man with no shoes
He would be ready then to sing the blues
We care nothing for the elderly or the old
They should just shut up and do as there told
We never read our bibles that’s the pastors place
He tells us what’s in there this saves time and space
We are never called to help with missions
We don’t even want to ask for permission
We never lend a hand to anyone
That sort of thing is so over done
We like to sing and be of good cheer
And love to spread gossip about some old dear
Yes we are just like you in every way
We are too lazy and stay in bed all day
We are the Christians who do nothing at all
With us in your church Satan has a real Ball
THE END
Copyright BADDOGS DREAMS
