Fall to Your Knees
that poor man
alone with his drinkin
send him to church
We'll change his thinkin
don't you pity the fool
who chooses not to kneel
honey, it ain't up to Us
to provide his next meal
don't give that look
you know just as well
this world We're livin in
is deservin of hell
let Me just remind you
when its your turn to be judged
better hope you ain't sinned
cause He ain't gonna be budged
so hold your tongue
remember your raisin
now fall to your knees
and get to praisin
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