Party's over, shut it down,
I'm hunting for someone, y'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 out of 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 I 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 I can feel Your fear 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)
Chorus(1):
'Cause I represent
A whole new breed of Christian of today
And I'm authorized
And deputized to blow You clean away.
I've got a message to deliver
From One whose true and just.
We'll 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 who 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 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 songs,
So el kabong!
Play that in your temple!
Now Satan, You're next in line,
I'm gonna hit 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 'cross the land
Chorus (2):
'Cause I represent
A whole new breed of Christian of today
And I'm authorized
And deputized 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 Blood!
Satan, bite the dust!
Bite the dust!
Well how do you feel about that, devil?
(I'm a feeling mighty low)
Good!
