Verse 1
You wonder why I carry around my 20 pound book
It's the Holy Bible, fool! Won't you take a look
It's the King James Version, all others are fake
If you want to go to heaven, other versions you'll fersake
Chorus
I'm saved (I'm Saved) and you ain't (and you Ain't)
You're headed to the hot place, while I am a saint
You're not living right, so I dare not acquaint
Cause I'm saved (I'm saved) and you ain't (and you aint)
Verse 2
You face is all painted, and your hair is all cut
You're wearing men's britches and you look like a slut
That wedding band you're wearing and that watch colored gold
Will keep you out of heaven, as it has been foretold
Chorus
I'm saved (I'm Saved) and you ain't (and you Ain't)
You're headed to the hot place, while I am a saint
You're not living right, so I dare not acquaint
Cause I'm saved (I'm saved) and you ain't (and you aint)
Hair, jewelry, dresses and such
Don't you know it's just a crutch
You know you question what's it all about
Eventually ya know your gonna burn out
Take off the yoke, baby
Take off the yoke
You know it ain't nothin' but a joke
Take off tha yoke, baby
Take off tha yoke
All they do is teach for fear
Why you standin' there with that cheer
Don't let them control you, ya have your own mind
Come our way, we'll help ya unwind
Take off the yoke, baby
Take off the yoke
You know it ain't nothin' but a joke
Take off tha yoke, baby
Take off tha yoke
Livin' for God ain't that hard
If ya stick around you'll only be scarred
Come our way, we teach it right
If you'll fellowship with us you won't feel so uptight
Take off the yoke, baby
Take off the yoke
You know it ain't nothin' but a joke
Take off tha yoke, baby
Take off tha yoke
Hair, jewelry, dresses and such
Don't you know it's just a crutch
You know you question what's it all about
Eventually ya know your gonna burn out
Take off the yoke, baby
Take off the yoke
You know it ain't nothin' but a joke
Take off tha yoke, baby
Take off tha yoke
All they do is teach for fear
Why you standin' there with that cheer
Don't let them control you, ya have your own mind
Come our way, we'll help ya unwind
Take off the yoke, baby
Take off the yoke
You know it ain't nothin' but a joke
Take off tha yoke, baby
Take off tha yoke
Livin' for God ain't that hard
If ya stick around you'll only be scarred
Come our way, we teach it right
If you'll fellowship with us you won't feel so uptight
Take off the yoke, baby
Take off the yoke
You know it ain't nothin' but a joke
Take off tha yoke, baby
Take off tha yoke
hmm. my records indicate that it was written by one HO, not PO.
Sorry, you've made a mistake. I have it in My Documents on my computer. I posted it on NFCF on the thread when they were making fun of the I'm a Pentecostal song. You are wrong and subject to a lawsuit. I have it copyrighted!
Sorry, you've made a mistake. I have it in My Documents on my computer. I posted it on NFCF on the thread when they were making fun of the I'm a Pentecostal song. You are wrong and subject to a lawsuit. I have it patented!
Go ask HO, Bryan.
Malarky! You do not patent a song. You patent an invention. Copyright... you COPYRIGHT a song.
I'm a Pentecostal but I'm really not so glad
I'd like to be on TBN cause standards make me mad
My heroes all wear pinkie rings, I wish that I could too
But maybe after Tampa then my dreams can all come true
And I can finally be myself without a trace of fear
I'm a closet charismatic wondering why I am still here
I'm so much nicer, smarter and more spiritual than you
And if you weren't conservative you'd know that it was true
You're just a Neo-Pharisee and bound with all your rules
And in my secret heart of hearts I think that you're all fools
My arrogance is rancid though it's cloaked as nicey-nice
Embarassed by my heritage I hate to pay the price
I'd chuck my card this minute if I knew I'd lose no folks
But there still might be one or two who'd rather bear the yokes
And staying in enables me to barb and cut and smear
I'm a closet charismatic, wondering why I am still here
We are the best, oh yes that is true
You'd rather be me than me rather be you
You ain't got nothing, we've got it all
We are the chosen ones, we've answered the call
We are alive and you are dead, you're jealous I can see
We are Pentecostals, you're nothing basically
Although this song says nothing 'bout our Christ and Lord
We need to shout 'bout how we're #1, too bad you are ignored
We are Pentecostals, can't you feel the anointing in that?
We are Pentecostals, please dismiss the fat
We are Pentecostals, and that gives the glory to God
We are Pentecostals, scream and shout and shake your bod
We, we, we, we, we, we, we,
We, we, we, we, we, we, we,
Us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us
Us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us
Ego, ego, ego, pride
Ego, ego, ego, pride
We are the very best, there's no insecurity
We will worship who we are, and everything you see
We will praise traditions and our identity
We will rejoice, shout and dance and sing
That we are Pentecostals
And you're filled with jealousy
Hybrid Mode
