Firefly, first star I see tonight, light the way
Through cursed grays and wicked days
Heavier, the iron bell sounds loud and clear,
Oh and swingin wide the church doors welcome his messengers here
Good Reverend Phelps dancin in his bible belt
Oh how he shines
He lights the way
Teaches love through hate
And war from faith
And his children sing
His hypocrisy while he slams his gavel down
Oh protest parade
Smugly smiling at their world gone wrong
Fuming rebel brigade
Sad procession feeds out into the street
Silent heros laid their lives down for what they believed
Only to be ambushed there by those they sacrificed for
Homemade christianity painted on picket signs they wield like swords
Tell me Mr Phelps, yeah, does your God look like you?
Does He condemn our differences they way you do?
And will He call for you when you lay your head down to sleep?
Dont you know forgiveness is, loving your enemy?
Oh can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Firefly, cant even tell me why