When he heard the good Lord say
Turn right into this parking lot
There's a soul that's needin' saved
of a rowdy roughneck bar.
And through the window, he sees tattoos
to look down at the welcome mat.
Bring your drunkards and your fighters,
and no one seems to like us.
it's the perfect place for me.
You see, it was about ten years ago
He was one of those trapped
And He offers him a drink
On the house he can't resist
Whether he prays or has a drink inside
He knows God's gonna love him
Bring your droplets and your fighters
and no one seems to like her.
Bring your drifters and your liars
In other words, anyone who breathes.
All the souls of God sent
Just like the one they've got outside
Just like the one that's right outside
Bring your drunkards and your fighters
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