Holier Than Thou Hypocrites
Saturday night sinners belly up to the bar
Not a worry, not a care
Come Sunday morning, it will all be alight
Heading to church in a fancy car
Got to get there before the Jones get there
And forget about last night
Saturday night juke box, now singing in the choir
Halo is crooked and nose in the air
After the sermon, got to go teach Sunday school
Warning sinners of Hell's burning fire
"Oh how they need a prayer"
"We are so blessed living by our Golden Rule"
The preacher is preaching the Holy Word
Worn to a frazzle with his last request
"Who is going to pay for this new church wing"
And the plate is passed through the herd
But they do their best
And the preacher tells the choir to sing
Down the street, in the shade of an old oak tree
Down on his knees, a sinner is praying
In a church built by God
"Lord, will you please forgive me"
"I hope that you can hear what I am saying"
Wonder who is the most believed by God"
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