Smack dab in the middle of the Bible Belt's where I was born and raised
In a little town down in the south Oklahoma Plains
Where the holy rollers sin the same as stoners, but they look down their nose in shame
On all of us that ain't in the pews of the church house on Sunday
Now I ain't saying that all apples are bad, but a bad one spoils the bunch
Perched high upon their pedestal,
Telling me I shouldn't judge
But they're the first to cast that stone of faith from a house that's made of glass
I'd like to be the bigger man, but they can all just kiss my ass
I've spent my time feeling guilty
About the questions in my mind
So many things I just don't understand
Too many don't know whys
But some things you shouldn't utter
For the judgement sure will come
From the ones that bend the Scripture
In the town where I come from
Like sheep we're taught as children
Just to follow with blind faith
We're raised up not to challenge
What the preacher has to say
While the morals that he's teaching
Well, they surely have their place
What if his interpretation
And mine just ain't the same
I've spent my time feeling guilty
About the questions in my mind
So many things I just don't understand
Too many don't know whys
But some things you shouldn't utter
For the judgement sure will come
From the ones that bend the Scripture
In the town where I come from
