buckle of the bible belt - KMurdock Music Group
Buckle up, it's the buckle of the Bible Belt
Where they clutch pearls tighter than they clutching themselves
Sunday service got them singing about saving the poor
Then they stiff a waitress after leaving the store
Hypocrisy's a habit, call it holy tradition
Praying for forgiveness while they profit off division
Jesus saves, but they spending on a MAGA hat
If he came back brown, bet they send him back facts
They want the past back, sitting in their pews of pine
But can't stomach truth when it ain't white wine
They say love thy neighbor, but hate mine on sight
Cause my ideas don't fit in their black and white
In the buckle of the Bible Belt where progress chokes
And the only good change is the change they broke
Saying pray don't pay, but they worship the wealth
Jesus wouldn't make it here himself
In the buckle of the Bible Belt where progress chokes
And the only good change is the change they broke
Saying pray don't pay, but they worship the wealth
Jesus wouldn't make it here himself
It's the buckle of the belt that be squeezing too tight
Keeping fear fed 'cause they scared of the light
They preach tolerance, but tolerance means the same
Long as you walk, talk, and vote in their lane
Dinner tables echo with that back in my day rent
Where progress is a cuss word and change ain't welcome
They write laws about bodies, but don't know their own
Picking scriptures like stones just to cast from their throne
Talking family values, but they family split
While the preacher counts collections with his Rolex wrist
Bless your heart, they whisper when your back's turned around
Translation, you don't belong in this part of town
In the buckle of the Bible Belt where progress chokes
And the only good change is the change they broke
Saying pray don't pay, but they worship the wealth
Jesus wouldn't make it here himself
In the buckle of the Bible Belt where progress chokes
And the only good change is the change they broke
Saying pray don't pay, but they worship the wealth
Jesus wouldn't make it here himself
They say love's the answer, but hate pays the rent
Vote red every year, but their morals stay bent
Tell me how a land of the free stay so locked
Bible in one hand, the other cocks the Glock
You call it tradition, I call it a prison
Where freedom's just a fantasy for those with vision
Diversity's a buzzword they can't comprehend
But unity ain't unity if it's just for your friends
So I'm out here spitting what the pastor won't say
Jesus broke bread, but y'all breaking away
He said, help the stranger, y'all call him a threat
He said, give to Caesar, y'all just stacking the debt
It's the Bible Belt where the stories get twisted
Turning love into rules, leaving lives restricted
I ain't hating on faith, just the folks who fake it
Wearing grace like a mask, but they'll never make it
Cause the truth don't live in a stained-glass wall
It's in the hearts of the ones y'all refuse to call
So I'm here for the freaks, the outcasts, the misfits
Running through the belt, dismantling the bigots
In the buckle of the Bible Belt where progress chokes
And the only good change is the change they broke
Saying pray don't pay, but they worship the wealth
Jesus wouldn't make it here himself
In the buckle of the Bible Belt where progress chokes
And the only good change is the change they broke
Saying pray don't pay, but they worship the wealth
Jesus wouldn't make it here himself