Party's over, shut it down,
I'm hunting for someone, you all,
He's a lying, thieving rattlesnake and he's broken every law,
He's terrorized the lives of men, and he's under arrest because I've been sent with a warrant from the body of Christ,
Well, tell me what it says then,
Satan, bite the dust.
Every one of you unclean spirits, I'm running you outta town,
Depression, strife, disease, and fear, your posse's going down,
Boy, last tenderfoot who talked that big, we sent him home in a box,
But you know who I am through Jesus Christ, so I talk to you demons like dogs,
Satan, you coward, you molester of souls, I command you to appear,
You're hiding from the presence of God, but, Satan, I can feel your fear, Satan, from here,
You rattled my chain, boy, long enough,
You got something in your craw?
A praying church wants you to know...
Know what?
Your kingdom's gonna fall,
There's gonna be trouble here tonight.
'Cause I represent a whole new breed of Christian of today,
And I'm authorised and deputised to blow you clean away,
I've got a message to deliver from one who's true and just,
Spit in your eye, you father of lies,
Satan, bite the dust.
Boy, you gonna take me on, and my unholy herd?
Not only take you on, but take you out by the Spirit and the word,
One by one, you'll drop like flies under foot and in the ground,
Because greater is he that is in me than the snake I'm staring down.
You demon of alcoholism, you'll be the first to go,
There's deliverance from you through Jesus Christ, so hit the road,
You spirit of infirmity, you just ain't welcome here no more,
We lay hands on the sick and they recover, so out the door,
You demon of false religion, you've preyed on minds so simple,
I bind the spirit of your song, so out that in your temple,
El Kabong.
Now, Satan, you're next in line,
And I wanna kick you where it hurts, 'cause I'm tired of you in my family and I'm tired of you in my church,
I'm not my own, I'm bought with a price, I'm a Holy Ghost filled man,
And I'm tolling the bell of your eternal destruction across the land.
'Cause I represent a whole new breed of Christian of today,
And I'm authorised and deputised to blow you clean away,
I've got a weapon with two bullets that overcome all sin and crud,
One bullet is called the word of my testimony, and the other one's called the word of my testimony,
Satan, bite the dust.
Bite the dust.
Well, how do you feel about that, devil?
I'm a-feeling mighty low,
Good.
