I’m sure you’ve heard the story: Gomorrah and of Sodom,
If hell is not an endless pit, I’m sure they’re at the bottom,
Of all of their abilities, the greatest one was math,
Their multiples of curses equalled a bowl of wrath.
Bowl of wrath,
Breakfast on the crooked path,
Bowl of wrath, oh,
Bowl of wrath,
Breakfast on the crooked path,
If you choose to laugh, you can have a bowl of wrath.
Moses came down from the mount one dark an gloomy morn,
His eyes and heart fell in distress when he saw the golden form,
A ghastly frown fell to his face,
“You like this golden calf?
Well, get your knives and slay it, and have a bowl of wrath.”
Bowl of wrath,
Breakfast on the crooked path,
Bowl of wrath, oh,
Bowl of wrath,
Breakfast on the crooked path,
If you choose to laugh, you can have a bowl of wrath.
You who were,
You are just,
You who are,
You are just,
We’ve spilled your blood and killed you saints, and wrath’s what we deserve,
You are just in these judgements,
The holy one.
Seven bowls before me, served up with all God’s rage,
I would’ve had to eat it, ´til Jesus paid sin’s wage,
I’ll take my cross up daily, in you I’ll take a bath,
Please cloth me in your righteousness, not in a bowl of wrath.
Bowl of wrath,
Breakfast on the crooked path,
Bowl of wrath, oh,
Bowl of wrath,
Breakfast on the crooked path,
If you choose to laugh, you can have another…
Bowl of wrath, oh,
Bowl of wrath,
That’s right,
Bowl of wrath, oh,
If you need to laugh, you can have a bowl of wrath.
