Lyrics of
Clint Wilson - Protest Singer

Hey there protest singer
Don't you love to tell me the error of my ways
gimme, gimme, gimme your religion free preaching
I think I might be looking, thru the same old, haze
Hey there freedom fighter
tell me, does the outrage bring the power that you need
gimme, gimme, gimme that patriotic preaching
someone please remind me, why did the Savior, bleed?
twist my words one way I look like a devil
twist 'em again, now I'm looking like you
Can you say a word that is straight, true and level
But there's accusations every day
I don't need to say a lot to pray
Hey there, cable news echo
pump us with the anger that we're clicking you for
juicing daily doses of injustice and treason
must be something better than the same old civil, war
twist my words one way I look like a devil
twist 'em again, now I'm looking like you
Can you say a word that is straight, true and level
But there's accusations every day
I don't need to say a lot to pray
Hey there protest singer
Don't you love to tell me the error of my ways
gimme, gimme, gimme your religion free preaching
I think I might be looking, thru the same old, haze