Run to the Lord
(by Michael Clem)
You need to keep on the straight and narrow
You need to stay on the righteous path
You need to fight off sin and temptation
Or you will feel God’s almighty wrath
There’s only one road leading to Heaven
There ain’t no lane for the infidel
Exit this road, and there’s no re-entry
You’re gonna burn in Hell
RUN TO THE LORD IN FEAR
THE ANGEL OF DEATH IS NEAR
SECURE YOUR PLACE IN HIS KINGDOM ON HIGH
THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH
Hell is a place where there’s only one TV
and Satan is the only one who keeps the remote
There’s only two channels – Oxygen & PBS
It’s black & white with rabbit ears
The reception really blows
Hell is a place where warthogs feed upon your flesh
Vultures will peck out the eyeballs from your head
Three-headed dogs will lap at your entrails
You’ll wish you could die, but you’re already dead
RUN TO THE LORD IN FEAR
THE ANGEL OF DEATH IS NEAR
SECURE YOUR PLACE IN HIS KINGDOM ON HIGH
THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH
Well the food in hell is worse than McDonald’s
The bathroom stalls don’t have any doors
There’s no toilet paper, only little devils
Using their pitchforks
to make themselves some smores
Hell is a place where you’ll be dismembered
Hitler and Stalin will play soccer with your head
A big boom box blares bad boardtape music
Exclusively of jams performed by the Grateful Dead
RUN TO THE LORD IN FEAR
THE ANGEL OF DEATH IS NEAR
SECURE YOUR PLACE IN HIS KINGDOM ON HIGH
THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH NIGH NIGH
THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH NIGH NIGH NIGH
THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH
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