| The Christian counselor wrote, quote
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| «Who is the only humane choice ahead
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| If you can’t support it
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| Why don’t you abort it instead?»
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| You say you pray to the sky
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| Why? |
| When you’re afraid to take a stand down here
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| 'Cause while the holy talk reads like a bad ad lib
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| Silence screams you were robbing the crib
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| Say it ain’t none of my business, huh?
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| A woman’s got a right to choose
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| Now a grave digger, next you pull the trigger what then?
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| Whatever happened to sin?
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| I heard the reverend say
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| «Gay is probably normal in the Good Lord’s sight
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| What’s to be debated?
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| Jesus never stated what’s right»
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| I’m no Theology nut
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| But the Reverend may be a little confused
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| For if the Lord don’t care and he chooses to ignore, ah
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| Tell it to the people of Sodom and Gomorrah
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| Call it just an alternate lifestyle, huh?
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| Morality lies within
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| Consciences are restin', please repeat the question again
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| Whatever happened to sin?
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| When the closets are empty and the clinics are full
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| When your eyes have been blinded by society’s wool
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| When the streets erupt in your own backyard
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| You’ll be on your knees praying for the National Guard
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| If you don’t care now how the problems get solved
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| You can shake your head later, that you never got involved
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| 'Cause the call came a ringing from the throne of gold
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| But you never got the message, never got the message
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| 'Cause your mind’s on hold
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| A politician next door
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| Swore he’d set the Washington Arena on fire
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| Thinks he’ll gladiate them
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| But they’re gonna make him a liar
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| Well, he’s a good ole boy who was born and raised
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| In the buckle o' the Bible Belt
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| But remember when you step into your voting booth
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| He’ll never lie, he’ll just embellish the truth
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| Promises were made to be broken, right?
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| You’ve gotta play the game to win
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| When you need support, tell them that you born again
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| Whatever happened to sin? |