Text: Cross Canadian Ragweed. Carry You Home.

One day Jesus, He's gonna come back,
And say: "Enough of this, you're getting' way off track.
"All the stealin', cheatin', lyin', all the little babies cryin'.
"Well, I'll tell you I can't take anymore.

"'Cause I died for your sins so long ago.
"It seems you forget with every day that rolls.
"I'm gonna stop it all right now,
"Before it gets way out of control."

Everybody gonna stand in line,
When it comes to the judgement time.
Pick the side of the fence that you're on,
When He comes to carry you home.

Now if you wanna kill and die for your God,
That's your prerogative, but I'll tell you that you're wrong.
I think God, He's an understanding man,
But I don't think that's part of his plan.

'Cause he wants us all to live in harmony;
Take care of one another when we need.
So if you want to rant and rave, murder and corrupt,
Stay away from the ones that I love.

An' everybody gonna stand in line,
When it comes to the judgement time.
Pick the side of the fence that you're on,
When He comes to carry you home.

Instrumental break.

I'm not pointin' fingers, don't get me wrong,
'Cause I drink and smoke and cuss and I carry on
Well, this is my opinion, that's all that it is,
To let you know that my devotion is His.

Well, I'll admit that I'm not a Saint:
I know what I can - I know what I can't do.
I can't judge your right from your wrong,
You are you and I am my own.

I don't read the Bible everyday.
I can't understand most of it anyway.
But I know where I'll go,
When my number is shown.

An' everybody gonna stand in line,
When it comes to the judgement time.
Pick the side of the fence that you're on,
When He comes to carry you home.

Carry you home.
Carry you home.
Carry you home