Crossing state lines
Carrying her daddy’s secret
They’ll call her a whore
Holding portraits of Jesus
Waving picket signs
Begging her to keep this
Innocent life
While they’re tearing hers to pieces
No, I shouldn’t be surprised
But it still gets me every time
I’m mean, I’ve set this bar so low
But I guess it’s still too high
No hate like Christian love
No hate like Christian love
I know that cognitive dissonance
Is burning through your brain
And baby, you can shoot the messenger
But I didn’t coin the phrase
No hate like Christian love
No hate like Christian love
Sleeping at a friend’s
Cause his sister let it slip
His father is pastor
His mother bites her lip
While her husband preaches kindness
And all irony is lost
They’ll trade their only son
For a story ‘bout a cross
I know I shouldn’t be surprised
But it still gets me every time
I’m mean, I’ve set this bar so low
But I guess it’s still too high
No hate like Christian love
No hate like Christian love
I know that cognitive dissonance
Is burning through your brain
And baby, you can shoot the messenger
But I didn’t coin the phrase
No hate like Christian love
No hate like Christian love
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