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Holy Ghost
01:39
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Holy Ghost
I could see the Holy Ghost was upon you
By the way you came jostling down the aisle
I tell you I ain’t seen spirit like that
Or a bosom that righteous in a while
Well, I know it’s God’s way of nur-tur-in’
But we can’t have that business in the church we’re in
So to keep the congregation from comin’ unglued
Please resume your breast feedin’ when the services are through
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
We can’t have the deacons getting aroused
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
Now I’m a man of the cross, and I’m a man of the world
But I can’t get my point across, with your brasserie all unfurled
All unfurled, all unfurled
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
The only bosom we should think about’s the one of Abraham
If the Holy Ghost is upon you, put your titty in your blouse
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Rotisserie Preacher
02:20
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Motorized Messiah somewhere on the interstate
The rearview mirror gets much bigger every mile I undertake
Incognito I’m the hero, I’m the good for goodness sake
Rotisserie preacher is comin’ to save the day
So prepare me a wholesome dinner you lyin’ whorin’ sinners
Bring unto me your disbelievers, whoremongers and blasphemers
Roterissiere Preacher, God’ favorite creature
Is comin’ to save the day
Rotisserie Preacher, God’s favorite creature
I’m comin’ through your town
Rotisserie Preacher, God’s ordained creature
All your lost are waitin’ to be found
Rotisserie Preacher, God’s favorite creature
I’m comin’ through your town
Rotisserie Preacher, God’s noble feature
All your lost are waitin’ to found
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I Want To Go Lord
01:58
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I Want To Go Lord
Oh Lord I gave you my life to mold into
An ecclesiastical warrior of your undying truth
I know we will reap everything we sow
But oh Lord, I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
Do you doubt my strength, Lord? I’ll fight the fiercest foe
I wear my holy armor everywhere I go
I’ll march into the deepest, darkest pit of hell
And tweak the devil’s horns and yank his bifurcated tail
I know we will reap everything we sow
But oh Lord, I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
So Lord it does perplex me why’d you steer me away
From this emporium of evil that needs to hear the words I say
So with all due respect, Lord, I’m going to disobey
You’re calling to depart here, no warnings you dismay
I know we will reap everything we sow
But oh Lord, I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
Oh Lord I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
Oh Lord I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
Can I borrow my life back, can I borrow my life back
Just for tonight, just tonight
I know we will reap everything we sow
But oh Lord, I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
Oh Lord I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
Oh Lord I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
Oh Lord I can’t tell you how bad I want to go
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Last Temptation of Seth
02:40
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The Last Temptation of Seth
When I opened the door, the knob didn’t burn my hand
My eyes quickly adjusted, behind the bar there stood a man
Whose smile was invitin’, he had a right young handsome face
He said, “Seth, I’ve long been waitin’ for you to find this place.”
“I had intended to bust down your door in a fit of rage
My God is that what I think it is standin’ upon your stage?”
He said, “Seth, I just don’t view this as a nest of mortal sin
It’s just the last stop on the journey for a bunch of lonely men”
I said, “No sir, I don’t drink, in fact I haven’t in several years
Actually, liquor was my downfall, it wouldn’t hurt to have one of your beers
I had a point when I came in here, but right now I can’t recall
And I’m dyin’ to know what’s behind the last door down the hall”
Lord, we were both mistaken about the so called evil den
There’s nothin’ to fear here, why on Earth won’t you come in
Lord, I’ve seen what the meek inherit and I’ve seen the righteous fall
And I’ve seen what lies behind the door in the room right down the hall
God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost
I’ve been marked by the world, I’ve been charmed by its host
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Red Brick Baptist Church
01:34
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Red Brick Baptist Church
In our humble little place of worship
Open every Wednesday and Sunday
Singin’ we got singin’, we’ll sing on all day long
‘Till the Devil gets in the wires and shorts out our P.A.
In our sweet little, three level
Sixty-five thousand four hundred square foot, sweet little, three level
Sixty-five thousand four hundred square foot red brick Baptist church
Stained-glassed windows or church bells
We had a hard time decidin’
Big enough to fit God himself, let’s not forget to invite him to our
sweet little, three level
Sixty-five thousand four hundred square foot, sweet little, three level
Sixty-five thousand four hundred square foot red brick Baptist church
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Everyday is Satan’s Holiday
Sinning from the beginning. Oh, how the devil loves a mess.
Hotbed of manifold perversity
The world has certainly come to this.
Open your eyes, forget the lines that you always pray.
Everyday is Satan’s holiday.
He’s got us all, lest we crawl out another way.
Everyday is Satan’s holiday.
To take the house, you bind the strong man.
We weren’t even awake to know we fell.
Plenty of fat to pad our landing. Into our safe and well cushioned hell.
By their fruits you will know them
They won’t give a wink or a nod.
Dead is the song bird, tossed at the feet of a snickering god.
Open your eyes, forget the lines that you always pray.
Everyday is Satan’s holiday.
He’s got us all, lest we crawl out another way.
Everyday is Satan’s holiday.
A giant that was born will shake you.
And he cried right there in his mother’s womb.
He came out with his eyes wide open. There stands the stranger in the room
Give strong drink to the man who’s dying. And wine to those in bitter distress
A kind word to the one who’s lonesome and a pillow for the head who need’s rest.
Open your eyes, forget the lines that you always pray.
Everyday is Satan’s holiday.
He’s got us all, lest we crawl out another way.
Everyday is Satan’s holiday.
Go on muddy up the waters, so no light ever passes through
Clutter up your mind boys, so you can’t pay attention what they do.
Wring your idle hands, dear and hunker down and hide beneath your pew.
The devil’s secret weapon, is the frightened little child that lives in you
Open your eyes, forget the lines that you always pray.
Everyday is Satan’s holiday.
He’s got us all, lest we crawl out another way.
Everyday is Satan’s holiday.
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Born Again
01:09
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Born Again
Born Again born again
Scrub away the sin
Friday night you can sin all right
Sunday morning you’re born again
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Go to Hell
02:03
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Go to Hell
Go to Hell, go to Hell,
No thank you just the same. I’ll bow down to the one and only name.
Go to Hell, go to Hell,
No, I won’t go today. No graven arts or idle crafts
Will I place in my way.
Go to Hell, go to Hell,
It’s a fate I will not seek.
His name I may praise, but I dare not try to speak.
Go to Hell, go to Hell,
He won’t leave us in a lurch.
Remember his day and take mom and dad to church.
Go to Hell, go to Hell,
I choose everlasting life.
I won’t slay or steal, or carry on with someone’s wife.
Go to Hell, go to Hell,
I believe I’ll take a pass.
I shall never tell a lie or desire my neighbor’s ass.
Go to Hell, go to Hell.
Why wear a face of doubt?
So many sins could get me in, these 10 will keep me out.
Go to Hell, go to Hell,
No, these 10 laws stand alone.
The holy finger of God carved them right there in the stone.
Go to Hell, go to Hell,
No my name is on the roll.
To the land of milk and honey, I consign my soul.
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Rotisserie Preacher Revival Band Birmingham, Alabama
A frenetic, energetic, irreverently, Evangelistic tribute band to the charismatic, yet elusive artist know as Seth Carroll. Fronted by Thomas Carroll (great nephew of Seth Carroll) and heavily endorsed by Jamie Harper Carroll (grandson of Seth Carroll) their combination of folk, bluegrass, mildly gospel and country music taps into the deepest, darkest and most guarded side of humanity. ... more
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