Country Gods

This is God's country, please drive through it like hell
Smiling people thinking they've got something to tell
A Bible for a brain and a gun for a lover
Just how wrong they are they, we'll never discover

They never shift their gears
They have cruise control
Too many God folk
So where's the birth control?
Inbreeded 'tards with genetic diseases
Hunt 'em down like dogs and shoot 'em to pieces

Don't need their K-Mart, God, or TV preachers
Hiding their sins behind sheep-like features