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by the Austin Lounge Lizards:
I know you smoke, I know you drink that brew I just can't abide a sinner like you God can't either, that's why I know it to be true that Jesus loves me--but he can't stand you
I'm going to heaven, boys, when I die 'Cause I've crossed every "t" and I've dotted every "i' My preacher tell me that I'm God's kind of guy; that's why Jesus loves me--but you're gonna fry
God loves all his children, by gum That don't mean he won't incinerate some Can't you feel those hot flames licking you Woo woo woo
I'm raising my kids in a righteous way So don't be sending your kids over to my house to play Yours'll grow up stoned, left-leaning, and gay; I know Jesus told me on the phone today
Jesus loves me, this I know And he told me where you're gonna go There's lots of room for your kind down below Whoa whoa whoa
Jesus loves me but he can't stand you . . .
© Don Peters
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