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    "Satan, Bite The Dust" Lyrics


    Party's over, shut it down,
    I'm huntin' for someone y'all
    He's a lyin' thievin'rattlesnake
    and he's broken every law
    He's terrorized the lives
    of men and he's under arrest
    because I've been sent
    with a warrant from the body of Christ
    -Well, tell me what it says then! -
    "Satan, bite the dust!"
    Every one of you unclean spirits,
    I'm runnin' you outta town

    Depression, strife,
    disease and fear, your posse's goin' down
    -Boy, last tenderfoot who
    talked that big we sent him home in a box -

    But I know who I am
    through Jesus Christ so I talk to you demons like dogs
    Satan you coward, you molester of souls,
    I command you to appear
    You're hidin' from the presence of God but
    I can feel your fear from here
    -You rattled my chain, boy, long enough, you
    got something in your craw? -
    A praying church wants you to know
    - Know what? -
    Your kingdom's gonna fall
    -There's gonna be
    trouble here tonight -

    'Cause I represent a
    whole new breed of Christian of today
    And I'm authorized and
    deputized to blow you clean away
    I've got a message to
    deliver from One who's true and just
    We'll spit in your eye,
    you father of lies
    Satan, bite the dust!

    -Boy, you gonna take me on and my unholy herd?-
    Not only take you on, but
    take you out by the Spirit and the Word
    One by one you'll drop
    like flies under foot and in the ground
    Because greater is He who is in me

    than the snake I'm starin' down
    You demon of alcoholism,
    you'll be the first to go
    There's deliverance from you
    through Jesus Christ, so, hit the road!
    You spirit of infirmity,
    you ain't welcome here no more
    We lay hands on the sick
    and they recover so, out the door!
    You demon of false religion,
    you've preyed on minds so simple
    I bind the spirit of your songs,
    so el kabong!
    Play that in your temple!
    Now Satan you're next in line,
    I'm gonna hit you where it hurts
    'Cause I'm tired of you in
    my family and I'm tired
    of you in my church
    I'm not my own,
    I'm bought with a price,
    I'm a Holy Ghost filled man
    And I'm tollin' the bell of
    your eternal destruction
    'cross the land

    'Cause I represent a
    whole new breed of Christian of today
    And I'm authorized and
    deputized to blow you clean away
    I've got a weapon with
    two bullets that overcome all sin and crud
    One bullet is called the word of my testimony,
    and the other one's called The Blood
    Satan, bite the dust!
    Bite the dust!
    Well how do you feel about that, devil?
    -I'm afeelin' mighty low-
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