The Flock Reconsiders the Sermon

It don't do much good lookin' back But maybe if we could We'd find another way to take That'd be for a greater good Maybe it's worth a look The preacher he thought we should Nineteen seventy-nine it was And times was pretty rough Merle egged the truckers on And they shot the highways up They're burnin' Five Points down Right there in Levittown Six hours in the gas lines Then they tell us they run out Pregnant lady gets up front Then she's beat up by the crowd Was a pillow anyways That's how it was those days It's been thirty some odd years Since we really won a war We left our souls in Vietnam And still don't know what for Now Ayatollahs run Iran Russians in Afghanistan OPEC's holding back our gas And we've had enough of that So the preacher man that tends our flock Well he goes on TV He says I been on my mountaintop Tryin' to see what I could see Now I'll tell y'all what I heard I will share with you the Word If there's anything that's clear to me It's that we're mired in malaise Our confidence is mighty low We ought to change our ways We're Americans after all We should be standing tall We just put a man on the Moon So we got to fix this soon Now as your humble pastor I issue you this call We must wean ourselves from foreign oil And do it once and for all This is gonna take sacrifice We will pay a heavy price It'll be one helluva fight But we'll do it 'cause it's right Our congregation thought a lot about What the preacher said that day But what he asked of us was just too much So we took the easy way Maybe that cost us more Thirty years of Mid East war With no sign of an end Could he have been right back then?