Song Lyrics

"Sprinkler Head"

by Terry Scott Taylor
Album: Miracle Faith Telethon

We're gonna fight the devil,
Turn up the volume pedal and turn his brain to Jell-O,
We wear a heavy metal ye-llow.

Accepting Jesus is really neat, yeah,
If you don't, you'll have a real hot seat, yeah,
Accept him now or, sooner or later, you'll end up like a baked potato in the middle of the devil's incinerator, yeah.

We're not your papa, but we're here to preach, yeah,
As long as there are metal arms to reach ya,
Being a Christian is really twitchin',
Don't wind up in the devil's kitchen; to extinguish those flames is really painful.

Sprinkler Head, Sprinkler Head,
If your food is rotten and your lawn is dead, take the living water from the Sprinkler Head,
Sprinkler Head, Sprinkler Head,
If the weeds are invading your flower bed, roll 'em to the ground around a Sprinkler Head.

Sprinkler Head.

Oh,
Yeah.


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