Bag Another One
We hunt for wild game
And all the beasts we tame
We tame with fire and sword
We are the chosen few
And we’re coming after you
We’re gonna bag another one for the Lord
We prey on your fears, and fill up your ears
With Hosannas
Then we skin you alive with Biblical jive
As the fear of the Lord falls upon us
‘Cause we’ve got a job to do
And when we’re through with you
We’ll bank on Heaven’s reward
And go out and hunt for more
There’s always one next door
We’re gonna bag another one for the Lord
The payoff is all that matters here
You can always cut a deal
When the pain of death is near
And makes its own appeal
We’ll be there waiting, anticipating
Another new target we’ve scored
And go out and hunt for more
There’s always one next door
We’re gonna bag another one for the Lord
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
Coming from an untraditional family, I've often been the target of religious
zealots, missionaries and the like. They used every method — from
the prospect of fellowship and sense of belonging if I "joined"
them; to the threat of everlasting hellfire and eternal damnation if didn't.
By the time I wrote this song in 1992, I found them more amusing
than scary. They reminded me of hunters going after wild game, and so I
used that metaphor throughout the song.
— Glen
Bag Another One