Party's over, shut it down
I'm huntin' for someone y'all
He's a lyin' thievin' 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 runnin' you outta town
Depression, strife, disease and fear
Your posse's goin' down
Boy, last tenderfoot who talked that big
We sent him home in a box
But you 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 hidin' from the presence of God
But Satan I can feel your fear Satan 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

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 who's 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 that is in me
Than the snake I'm starin' 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 just 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
Put that in your temple!

El Kabong!

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 tollin' the bell of your eternal destruction
'Cross the land

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 word of my testimony
Satan, bite the dust!
Bite the dust!

Well how do you feel about that, devil?
I'm a feelin' mighty low
Good!