David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
You've never seen a rumble Like the fight tonight
We got the Christians on the left
We got the Christians on the right
See 'em coming at each other
Got the bloody truth in their teeth
They're fightin' like the devil For the prince of peace
You want a piece of me
Take it out back. Get a piece of me
Snip and you snap to cut a piece of me
What you lack is just the - peace of me
Step right up See 'em face their death
Back in the Roman coliseum
We used to see 'em all confess
Yeah, it used to be the lions Had the pointy teeth
Now we throw 'em to the Christians
For a little comic relief
There's only one message
That's gettin across
As they're all screaming at each other
That their souls are lost
Yeah, the lights go dim, and the fight gets grim
We see the body of Christ Torn limb from limb
There's only one message
That's gettin across
As they're all screaming at each other
That their souls are lost
Yeah, the lights go dim, and the fight gets grim
We see the body of Christ Torn limb from limb