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"