All Hail the God of Abel.

Lord knows I ain't no prophet

and I ain't no prophet's Son

I'm just travlin down the highway 

trying to have myself some fun

I've got whiskey on my breath

and women on my mind

searching for that garden

someday i hope i'll find

Yes Mam I know Jesus

I saw him just the other day

he was holding up a cardboard sign 

said something bout judgment day.

There's a church on every corner 

and a pawnshop down the road

open every day cept sunday 

to buy your guns diamonds and gold

and the christians fill up their SUV's 

with dead baby juice from brown babies overseas

and they haul their scrap metal to the smelter

The Sunday School boys are standing in line

to get a gold star by their names

Sheep sheared and shorn

slaves they were born

enlisted as pawns in their game

They pay their taxes tithes and dues

early on sunday they shine their shoes 

and they pray to the lord on their knees

...their Grand-Master

Uncle Sam  your scrap metal

to build more guns, bullets and bombs

Uncle Sam wants your scrap metal

take your metal to the smelter

All Hail x3

All Hail the God of Abel