Lyrics:

A friend of Pat Robertson says I'm going to hell
for falling in love as far as I can tell
Something 'bout miracles and wishing wells
and saving babies

I don't know anything 'bout casting spells
or dropping bombs on big hotels
I don't know anyone who buys and sells
Who isn't crazy?

A friend of Pat Robertson says I'm going to pay
for hands without purpose, words I won't say
Somethin' 'bout listening and Judgement Day
and Devil's play-thing

A friend of Pat Robertson says I'm going to die
for talking to a junkie with his shoes untied
Something 'bout sinners with the wrong alibi
and being lazy

I don't know nothin' about the size of heaven
Do they make room for the lost birds of the seven seas?
Angels keep staring at the television
Who isn't crazy?

A friend of Pat Robertson says I'm going to hell