Obedience To God

Any time I hear the State of the Union Speech

I pucker my butt cheeks and start grinding my teeth

The pursuit of happiness is too far out of reach

Seems like Lady Liberty belong to the streets

The beat hits bass notes, like for whom the bell tolls

Here comes Rorshax at the throats of the goats

Inflecting wrath on those walking the left-hand path

I get jet lag flying the Gadsden Flag

I’m ready to die for this like Captain John Birch

Christians who disagree must go to the wrong church

So stand on your feet or I might sock you up

It’s time we take this land like Joshua