Bottoms Up Lyrics

Every Sunday mornin' on the TV
Blown out silver hair, cold blue eyes
The angel choir sings
As the most reverend picks the pockets
Of the faithful with his lies

Step up
Koolaids' ready
Heavens' just one sip away
Don't be shy
Good lords' awaiting
Bottoms up
It's judgement day

Tears come streamin' down as he confesses
To all the pain he caused for he will say
And though old Satan baits him with temptation
Praise Jesus he ain't ever lost his way

Step up
Koolaids' ready
Heavens' just one sip away
Don't be shy
Good lords' awaiting
Bottoms up
It's judgement day

Whys' it always happen to the poor folk?
Some bible thumpin' scum ain't clean
Well are they ever gonna learn?
The only Devil is behind them blue eyes on the TV screen

Step up
Koolaids' ready
Heavens' just one sip away
Don't be shy
Good lords' awaiting
Bottoms up
It's judgement day