Stubborn horses standing on the lead rope, no other forces but you keep holding back off God's track.
On a mission impossible to lead the troops out of the enemy's hand into the promised land.
Headed to Texas where it's safe and dry, the ground is rough but so is life, and this ain't your life.
Headed to Texas with gun in hand, to set our feet upon dry land.
Down with the prophets who speak the words, and warn us of the perils through song and verse.
Here's my body I lay it down, give my head to receive my crown.
Let's cut the heads off the John The Baptists, bring them on an altar to the King for the songs that they sing those wretched wretched things.
This is the lot of the chosen who give their lives just to save a few more chosen few.
What's a boy to do when he's seen the truth?
And when the profits peak, the prophets speak.
"We are troubled on ev'ry side yet no distressed, perplexed but not in despair.
Persecuted, but not forsaken, cast down but not destroyed."
Yeah this is the drink stronger than you think
Spoken: shaken but not stirred, and if you want to survive put the cup to your mouth, and turn your body to the south.
And if you go on, if you stay, we couldn't give a horse's ass either way.
Just tryin' to feed the stubborn horses standin' on the lead rope.
The coming revival will be one of survival.
And if you wanna survive, you gonna keep your heads down with the prophets, down, with the prophets.
Down with the prophets, down with the prophets
Down with the prophets, down with the prophets
Down with the prophets, down with the prophets
Down with the prophets, down with the prophets.
Down with the prophets, down with the prophets.
Down with the prophets.
Spoken: We sing these songs because we have to, not because we want to.
We sing these songs because we have to, not because we want to.
Just doing our part trying to feed stubborn horses standing on the lead rope.
And all of the rock and roll until now was to give a place for the angels to spread their wings,
With songs to sing, with songs to sing.
And when the rock starts to roll
Know that the bell soon will toll
And we are the ones that told you so
For the angels are coming with bells on
For the angels are coming with bells on
For the angels are coming with bells on
Behold the angels are coming with bells on.
And you may not need God now, but you'll need Him then, after all the alcohol when the room really starts to buzz.