Sinatra Osm - Party Poohper

The Truth is here move over
You're too cool
Power of the Word of God-God
You're just blowing smoke-a
The Truth is here move over
The Truth is here move over
Whoo, Uh, Huh
The Truth is here move over
Let's bring you a little bit closer

Hanging around, same old weekend again
The fellas ponedering running the town
We gon' run the town tonight, town tonight
They got nasty plans
High on dangerous moves (chi-ah)
But I'm sobered up
Gotta' keep that high down

And they say
Hey there lonely believer
Why don't ya' got any friends
If you wanna' hang with us
You gotta' be much cooler
Then I say
Hey there lost little shawtay
Why don't you let Jesus
Won't you let Jesus in?
They looked at me and called me party poohper

So I'm a party poohper
They say I need to be cooler
But I choose to stop fooling around
I'm a party poohper
They just wanna' play
Fun all night and day
But the Truth gets in their way

Ahh, Now I know most people
Don't like the Truth
They're in love with fantasy

I used to fit in the hottest circles around
Salvation roughed me up
Now I'm quite the square now, now
They think I'm lame cause I don't walk in their ways
But if they knew what I knew
They'd wanna' sit down, slow down

And they say
Hey there new born believer
Why don't ya' come be our friend
But if you wanna' roll with us
You gotta' be much cooler
Then I say
Hey there cool little shawtay
Let's talk about God again
But nobody wants to kick it
With the party poohper

I'm a party poohper
I could be cooler
But I choose to stop fooling around
Party poohper
They all just wanna' play
Have fun all night and day
But the Truth gets in their way

Lies, dreams, and fantasies keep them blind
They are but lost men
I pray, Lord I pray
That you give them eyes to see
My party's in Heaven

And they say
Hey there lonely believer
Why don't ya' got any friends
If you wanna' hang with us
You gotta' be much cooler
Then I say
Hey there lost little shawtay
Why don't you let Jesus
Won't you let Jesus in?
They looked at me and called me party poohper

Won't you let Jesus in party poohper
So now I'm stepping in the party closer
To the farthest Father that you've always had
Like an army baby, Iraq, missing dad soldier
And yeah that's sad
As I think on that I wonder
Do the children know, even thought they're immature
Can they understand
That as they lounge about this party
In a distant land
There is a man
Kingly Priest, more rather
Who is watching now as she shakes her seating place
Acting up, they all lust to get down
Boys, tough crowd
No knowledge of the Crown
As I look around, hesitating
Patiently waiting
For the Spirit to descend down on my flesh
They're probably protest
Just like all the rest
Still believing they are blessed
It's their lives and they know best
So it's hard for me to stress
That we all live in the mess
Cause to them, the worst is best
And the good is no fun
Chatting with them now
I'm the only one that's
Mentioning my Jesus Walk
Now they gotta' run West

And they say
Hey there pushy believer (why don't ya)
That's why don't ya' got any friends
You can come kick it with us
Just be much cooler
And I say
Hey there lost little shawty
Why don't you turn away from sins?
But nobody wants to listen to a party poohper

Oh, oooh
You're too cool, I bring the fire closer
I-I could do it
No one would even care
All Glory to God now
I-I could drive myself off that bridge up there
Or I could turn into the curb
Or-or run my, run myself into a tree

Written by:
Sinatra Osm

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