Talk To God Lyrics

I look at my phone and watch the news
Another white lady been stabbed
Shooting at an elementary school and the gunman was trans
It’s my square the church was – No crosses, no Christ
And rainbows on fabric replaced stars and stripes
And the murder they show on the news is always blacks on whites
And the people burning flags are always left and ain’t the right
And they tell me I’m the problem while I watch the world die
Say I’m radical and I don’t have the nerve to say they don’t know why

And I got a gun, and I got a Bible
But I don’t know which one to use
And I’ll pray for y’all but I’m pretty sure one day I’ll have to shoot

Like bang, bang, bang, kill them all
Bang, bang, bang, watch them fall
I’ve got a gun and a Bible, I’ve got some prayers or a riffle
Either way one of us is going to talk to God

I look at my phone and watch the news
Another flag on a coffin
Gas prices through the roof, another war for profit
And everything’s still woke and masculinity still toxic
And the pedophiles from that private island still walking free, no problem
And the criminals we see online are always dodging ICE
And the vaccines they gave to us are still be taking lives
And all we get some crooked politicians and AI
Calls radical and then have the balls to say they don’t know why

And I got a gun, and I got a Bible
But I don’t know which one to use
And I’ll pray for y’all but I’m pretty sure one day I’ll have to shoot

Like bang, bang, bang, kill them all
Bang, bang, bang, watch them fall
I’ve got a gun and a Bible, I’ve got some prayers or a riffle
Either way one of us is going to talk to God

‘Cause I’ve been watching this place, it’s getting worse every day
Christian, Muslim, straight and gay can’t get along
There’s only two ways that our country can be saved
It’s either bullets or Bibles, don’t know which one

And I got a gun, and I got a Bible
But I don’t know which one to use
And I’ll pray for y’all but I’m pretty sure one day I’ll have to shoot

Like bang, bang, bang, kill them all
Bang, bang, bang, watch them fall
I’ve got a gun and a Bible, I’ve got some prayers or a riffle
Either way one of us is going to talk to God