Lyrics 
Long ago in the garden, we believed an evil lie
Our hearts began to harden, and man began to die
But our all-knowing Father, thought up an ingenious plan
To save His sons n daughters, from the reaper's hand

But we grumbled in the desert in distrust, doubt and fear
Stumbled in the dust n dirt for pert near forty years
But, in the end, we prevailed and possessed the land
But even then we failed to obey His just commands

We heard His Word n tried to stop it
We made the wrong choice
Ignored His righteous prophets
And His still, small voice

Until we saw that battle star rising in the East
Followed on to a barn filled with cattle and beasts
A child in a manger wrapped in swaddling clothes
Strangers warned of danger then sauntered off home

Things got a lot hotter when He cut into their profits
They'd turned the house of God into a den of robbers
Called to turn people's hearts to the God of their fathers
Turned over their money carts, they all got clobbered

They were too blind to see, He came to set them free
He came to free His people who by Satan were bound
He'd soon be nailed to a cross and laid in the ground
But they should‘ve known you can’t keep a good man down

The Sanhedrin tried to deceive him
He came to his own, but they wouldn't receive him
In his hometown, they didn’t believe him
But to those who received him

He gave the right to be called
Children of the Most High God
So we shouldn’t think it quite so odd
What He said to those who wore a self-righteous facade

They were too blind to see, He came to set them free
He came to free His people who by Satan were bound
He'd soon be nailed to a cross and laid in the ground
But they should‘ve known you can’t keep a good man down

Like a lamb led to the slaughter, He spoke not a sound
Came to save our sons n daughters who were enslaved n bound
But they should've known you can't keep a good man down
No, oh oh, you, you can't keep a good man down

Can't Keep a Good Man Down

A folk dance tune celebrating a celebratory dance before the Lord of His redeemed.

Dance of the Redeemed

Why certain people turn to guns when they can't win the public debate.

When Bullets Speak

Extrapolating between the Charlie Kirk assassination and the movie Snake Eyes.

Dancing in Deception

Let Me Introduce You to Him

Similar names, similar dates
Similar days, similar fates
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

Both guys shot in the neck
On the left side of the head
Blamed on the right and the radical left
Both lost their life, both tragically dead

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Is this real life -- or is this Snake Eyes?

You've got to read the plot and script
And you can't quit seeing parallels
A magazine cast a spell IRL
Mag and the storm named Jezebel

Similar names, similar dates
Similar days, similar fates
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

Both disasters took place in mid-September
Both had Kirk in their names as you'll remember
Both murders staged, covered up and censored
Although the movie paraded no transgenders

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Believe everything -- but your eyes

It's probably just simple coincidence
But some of us ain't sittin' on the fence
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

It's probably just, simple coincidence
But some of us, ain't sittin' on the fence
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Is this real life -- or is this Snake Eyes?

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Believe everything -- but your eyes

Snake Eyes

Before Caucasians laid their eyes on this land
There were many tribes of Native Americans
Some followed the bison and spied out the land
Some never survived the invading white man

Apache, Comanche, Chickasaw and Choctaw
Shawnee, Pawnee, Cherokee and Chippewa
Seminole, Cheyenne, Creek and Iroquois
Had their own chiefs, rituals n spiritual laws

Sure there'd been fights between some of the tribes
Then the white man offered them trinkets and bribes
When the railroad came, it changed their way of life
With the bison gone, how were they to survive?

[Instrumental break]

So we rounded them up without hesitation
Many died from the bug or from starvation
Traipsed through the mud to the reservation
If they didn't budge, they faced extermination

The civilized tribes tried assimilation
They lived and died in the Indian nation
The trail of tears was their forced migration
It nearly resulted in their obliteration

[Instrumental break]

We sent their kids to boarding schools
So they would learn our laws and rules
They bent and lost their customs and culture
We descended on 'em like a bunch of vultures

They'd lost their main food, the American bison
So they were approved for a gambling license
What had once been only in Vegas and Reno
They now owned their own mega-casinos

[Instrumental outro]

We rounded them up without any hesitation
Many died from the bug or from starvation
Traipsed through the mud to the reservation
If they didn't budge, they faced extermination

The civilized tribes tried assimilation
They lived and died in the Indian nation
The trail of tears was their forced migration
It nearly resulted in their obliteration

Indian Nation

Who are you when they're suin' you?
Accusin' you? Tryna ruin you?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Who ya gonna choose? The reds or the blues?

Is it fair to say, there'll be hell to pay?
They hesitate to fix the mess they made
I hate to say it but they fabricated a candidate
That can't articulate what she wants to legislate

I won't be licked or go down in defeat
They've got six ways from Sunday they can cheat
What they sow, they're bound to reap
Sleepy Joe is sound asleep!

I'm their worst nightmare
Bullets burst right in the air
But they missed me by a hair
Lifted my fist high in the air
And cried "fight, fight, fight!"

Got caught in the cross hairs
Fought lawsuits and law fare
Would've cooked my goose if I hadn't moved
Right then and there...

What might you do, if they libeled you?
Said things you knew weren't Bible truth?
Your wife's handbags they rifled through?
Tried to gag and stifle you?

Would you call the law or see the sheriff?
Impose embargoes, fees or tariffs?
Carry the load alone or share it?
Or call for Amy Coney Barrett?
If they bribed you, would you take the carrot?
If they caught you, would you be embarrassed?
Would you succeed based on your own merit?
If they cheated, would you grin and bear it?

Or would you be their worst nightmare
Courage like this, is quite rare
If you fought, would you fight fair?
Or lift your fist high in the air...

And cry fight, fight, fight
The country lies in disrepair
We need to fight, if we dare
Or we'll be eatin' prison fare

I ain't the first and I sure won't be the last
Need to keep alert and stick with the facts
Sure, there's perks, but, work the math
We're on the verge of complete collapse

Now's the time, we need to be prepared
Don't be frightened, don't be scared
Just lift your fist high in the air
And cry fight, fight, fight
Cuz I'm their worst nightmare

[Instrumental]

Their Worst Nightmare

Before the day January Sixth
She liked to play politics
She was shy and so was I
I didn't know she was a spy

Fang Fang, she got me crowned
Fang Fang, she was quite endowed
Fang Fang, like to play around
Fang Fang, she left without a sound

An easy mark, an eager chap
Caught in a Chinese honey trap
Fund-raised for my campaign
They thought I was insane

Fang Fang, she slept with me
Fang Fang, re-elected me
Fang Fang, she laid me down
Fang Fang, played me for a clown

I stayed on intel anyway
Nancy wanted me to stay
Now I'm off and I know why
Why'd I try to boff a spy?

Fang Fang, liked to hang around
Wouldn't take no hand-me-downs
Fang Fang, ran out of town
Guess I was out of bounds

Now she's gone, to the naked eye
She didn't even say goodbye
She was hot and so was I
Scared off by the FBI

Fang Fang, left without a sound
Fang Fang, wonder where she's bound?
Fang Fang, did she come unwound?
Fang Fang, where can she be found?

Before the, quote, "insurrection"
She won votes for my re-election
Spied on me with no detection
I need to go to confession

Fang Fang, she got me crowned
Fang Fang, time came around
Fang Fang, FBI cracked down
Fang Fang, she left without a sound

I tried to get Trump disqualified
Looks like he's finally turned the tide
The truth is, he was in our way
All the hoopla was a power play

Fang Fang, was out of town
Her plane, it hit the ground
Fang Fang, was never found
Fang Fang, her people shot her down

Fang Fang

The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
To Him I'm special
His chosen vessel

I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
My faith may be feeble
But I'll fear no evil

Cuz I'm His sheep
The sheep - of His pasture
He'll keep - me from disaster
He's my king - and my master

I felt I'd been cursed
So I gave Him control
Said seek His kingdom first
So I gave Him my soul

I wanted Him to know
When no one's around
That I am - on the level
Not defiant, not a rebel

Cuz I'm His sheep
The sheep - of His pasture
He'll keep - me from disaster
He's my king - and my master

Oooh, oooh, he's knocking at your door
Let Him in and make Him your Lord
He'll forgive you of your sin
So give your love to Him
And run, run, run to Him

He makes me lie down
In pastures green
His rod and his staff
They comfort me

We've fallen asleep
But just like Jacob
We need to wake up
He won't forsake us
He died to save us

I'm His sheep
The sheep - of His pasture
He'll keep - me from disaster
He's my king - and my master

Oooh, oooh, he's knocking at your door
Let Him in and make Him your Lord
He'll forgive you of your sin
So give your love to Him
And run, run, run to Him

I'm His Sheep

Who knew and who could predict
We'd get our kicks on Route Sixty Six?
Who knew? Who could truly see?
Who blew the bugle in Company B?

Sometimes, to find the truth, you have to root around and dig
Who knew and who could predict that a little frog and a pig
Would be the start -- the start of somethin' big?

I can still recall the time of day
The day they shot JFK
Boy were we all surprised to see
The rise and fall of Doctor King

We liked Ike and Dick Van Dyke
And rode our Schwinn bike or took a bus to school
Every night they tucked us into bed
While watchin' Mr. Ed and Francis the Talking Mule

They taught us to do what the Bible said
and to follow the golden rule
Or they took us behind the woodshed
Or put us in the corner on a stool

When we could and when we were able
We prayed together round the kitchen table
And thanked the Lord for our daily bread
We wore PF Flyers and Keds

Before Tivo, satellite, WIFI and cable
Our heroes were guys like Clark Gable
John Wayne, Doris Day n Betty Grabel
They weren't just famous stars or fables

We watched Red Skelton and Milton Berle
Dudley Do Right always got the girl
Ma and Pa Kettle and Minnie Pearl
And Rocky the Flying Squirrel

For math in class we used a slide rule
No one had a cell or a swimmin' pool
Our phone was still owned by Maw Bell
Slip and Slide kept us pretty cool

Bob and Bing did their road show thing
Jerry and Dean were still sharin' the screen
Chuck Berry was singin' bout his ding a ling
Jan and Dean really made the scene

Dylan could write but he could barely sing
The Beatles never missed a beat
Couldn't stop groovin' n movin' our feet
We were livin' in a Yellow Submarine

James Dean cruisin' in his silver death machine
Toward his last and best and final scene
Loved Beanie n Cecil and Mister Green Jeans
Shoulda seen what we paid for diesel and gasoline

We loved cartoons at the matinee
Babe Ruth and Willy Mays
Danny Thomas n Danny Kaye
Jed Clampett and Ellie May

Sometimes, to find the truth, you gotta root around n dig
Who knew n who could predict that a little frog n a pig
Would be the start, the start of somethin' big
The start of somethin' big...

The Start of Somethin' Big

Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz is a genre-bending songwriter with over 300 original songs under his belt — a true craftsman of lyric and melody. From his debut track “Those Hap Happy Days” in 2005, a nostalgic tribute to the golden era of the ’50s and ’60s, Stan has built a musical legacy rooted in meaning, melody, and message.

Writing under the moniker Stan and Be Counted, he stands tall in the world of music as both a creator and a voice of purpose. His catalog spans a kaleidoscope of genres — from contemporary Christian rock and gospel to EDM, country pop, blues, R&B, hip hop, folk, and beyond. Each song is a reflection of his passion for storytelling and his desire to uplift, challenge, and connect.

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Stan Countz is more than an artist — he’s a movement. A call to stand... and be counted. He is a prolific lyricist and lives in Denison, Texas with his artist/photographer wife. 

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