Harry's Blog

Hey Samaritan man, get out of my way
I'm in a hurry to the temple to pray
I'm a man on a mission and I can't stop
It's my humble opinion that he was asking to be robbed
Hey my friend I'm sorry I hurt your feelings
But God's got no time for emotional weaklings
I'm a man on a mission, going to save the world
So I'll listen for a while then abandon you girl
We'll fight to protect the unborn child
But killing a killer aint no crime
We'll shoot all the doctors and fry all the crims
We gotta purge this whole world of the stain of sin
No I don't have any none-Christian friends
They're just a target, a means to an end
I beat them with a Bible then say goodbye
Going to climb the social ladder before I die

Stop all that crying, what's up my friend
It was just a little joke, I meant no offence
Don't frown like that, it's only a drink
I can keep to my limits despite what you think
On Tuesdays and Sundays I'm a spiritual man
But on Thursdays I party better than the atheists can
I wear lots of crosses and I've got luminous hair
And when people laugh I pretend I don't care
All the guys think I'm really rather cool
Because I get pissed a lot but can be a Christian too
Man, you know what's really great 'bout the way you behave
You can have some real fun and still get saved
I'm too busy Lord so I can't talk for long
I've gotta add some more words to this ridiculous song
Can't do much for the lord can't go far
Can't keep my eyes from the curve of this guitar

I'm a very busy man, a high powered Christian
God's love is free but you won't find any in me
I'm a very busy man, a high powered Christian
God gives out sympathy but you'll get none from me
I'm a very busy man, a high powered Christian
God's help is free, but you won't get any from me
I'm a very busy man, a high powered Christian
God's grace is free, but there aint any in me
I'm a very busy man, a high powered Christian
God can't you wait to talk to me, I'm too busy praying can't you see

Got no love for artists, they're just fools
No love of literature, nor movies too
Don't like rock and roll, that's the devil's sound
Just express my opinions or just get the hell out
I don't read the papers or watch the news
But I've got some stupid opinions, got some ignorant views
I really can't see the problem there at all
Build a church in Sarajevo, that'll stop the war
I got my jingly NCM and my Jesus guitar strap
If the volume's only on five, it only sounds half as crap
My Christian friends don't call me anymore
And now I've quit hell-raising the others think I'm a bore
So my list of friends kept on getting thinner
And I died alone in the middle of dinner
But I can't complain, it's been fun and frenetic
It this really heaven, it's sure is hotter than I expected