Pagans Went to Texas WorldWide (Remix)
🎵 2333 characters
⏱️ 2:44 duration
🆔 ID: 23609228
📜 Lyrics
[Intro – Spoken drawl:]
'Cause the Pagans rose from every state…
Pagans rose from every state — they were tired of being polite.
They’d been whispered about, written off, and erased in broad daylight.
They found a man with scripture signs, yelling loud with all his might,
So the Pagans said, “You preach damnation — we live in the light.”
[Verse 1 – Fast & Fiddle-Heavy:]
They said, “We see your church marquees, casting curses as you grin,
But behind those doors are darker things than any so-called sin.
Your shame-wrapped gospel’s empty, and your flames don’t take us higher,
We got ancestors, herbs, and rage — and we’re climbing higher.”
[Chorus – Catchy & Defiant:]
Smoke in the sage, stars in our spell,
Candles burn defiant — we don’t fear your hell.
Sigils drawn, and spirits wide awake—
The Pagans came united, now the system’s gonna shake.
We don’t bow to thrones of fear,
Our altars rise while yours disappear.
We’re not scared of your crusade cries—
'Cause freedom don’t come with compromise.
[Verse 2 – The Preacher’s Turn:]
That pastor paced behind his gate, said, “You heathens best repent!”
But his smile was fake, and half the funds were already mis-spent.
He called the storm, he raised the flag, said evil’s drawing near,
But kept receipts for motel nights with shame and hidden beer.
[Bridge – Wicked Banjo Solo, Haunting Laugh Echoes]
[Verse 3 – Pagans Clap Back:]
“We don’t burn your churches down or spit on folks who pray,
But we see who shames the queer kids and drives the light away.
So wear your robes and cast your stones, but we will not erase—
Not fear, not shame, not church control — we heal in wilder ways.”
[Final Chorus – With Thunder Crashes & Witchy Harmonies:]
Moons are full, and knives are clean,
We built a faith from what was deemed obscene.
Tarot pulled, ancestors heard—
We’re louder now, we won't be unheard.
Your fear don’t scare us, shame won’t stick,
We dance in storms and heal with brick.
This ain’t just Texas—this is war—
Pagans took the stage... and we’re coming for more.
[Outro – Spoken:]
So next time you smell sage in the breeze or hear drums deep in the dark,
That ain’t a threat — that’s a spark.
'Cause the Pagans rose from every state…
And baby — we ain't goin’ back.
'Cause the Pagans rose from every state…
Pagans rose from every state — they were tired of being polite.
They’d been whispered about, written off, and erased in broad daylight.
They found a man with scripture signs, yelling loud with all his might,
So the Pagans said, “You preach damnation — we live in the light.”
[Verse 1 – Fast & Fiddle-Heavy:]
They said, “We see your church marquees, casting curses as you grin,
But behind those doors are darker things than any so-called sin.
Your shame-wrapped gospel’s empty, and your flames don’t take us higher,
We got ancestors, herbs, and rage — and we’re climbing higher.”
[Chorus – Catchy & Defiant:]
Smoke in the sage, stars in our spell,
Candles burn defiant — we don’t fear your hell.
Sigils drawn, and spirits wide awake—
The Pagans came united, now the system’s gonna shake.
We don’t bow to thrones of fear,
Our altars rise while yours disappear.
We’re not scared of your crusade cries—
'Cause freedom don’t come with compromise.
[Verse 2 – The Preacher’s Turn:]
That pastor paced behind his gate, said, “You heathens best repent!”
But his smile was fake, and half the funds were already mis-spent.
He called the storm, he raised the flag, said evil’s drawing near,
But kept receipts for motel nights with shame and hidden beer.
[Bridge – Wicked Banjo Solo, Haunting Laugh Echoes]
[Verse 3 – Pagans Clap Back:]
“We don’t burn your churches down or spit on folks who pray,
But we see who shames the queer kids and drives the light away.
So wear your robes and cast your stones, but we will not erase—
Not fear, not shame, not church control — we heal in wilder ways.”
[Final Chorus – With Thunder Crashes & Witchy Harmonies:]
Moons are full, and knives are clean,
We built a faith from what was deemed obscene.
Tarot pulled, ancestors heard—
We’re louder now, we won't be unheard.
Your fear don’t scare us, shame won’t stick,
We dance in storms and heal with brick.
This ain’t just Texas—this is war—
Pagans took the stage... and we’re coming for more.
[Outro – Spoken:]
So next time you smell sage in the breeze or hear drums deep in the dark,
That ain’t a threat — that’s a spark.
'Cause the Pagans rose from every state…
And baby — we ain't goin’ back.