Lyrics
Verse 1
This one is liable to get me punched in the chin/ the problem with religion? Where do I begin?/ It aint singular, the problems are multiple/ enough to leave a lost soul sulking, yo/ How many hypocrites walk the Earth?/ living lives of decadence before and after church/ Theyre the first ones to lecture you/ swearing up and down they know what you need to do/ Running around spouting scriptures they barely understand/ screaming about Gods plan/ While theyre living their own lives without one/ seeing religion as something to gain clout from/ But all a mindless fanatic will gain/ is a jacked up rep and credibility strained/ The scary thing is, they dont even know it/ they think they have THE light, and theyre gonna show it
Chorus
Religion is out of control/ seems to be about everything but saving souls/ Big money, the damnation industry/ Id hate to see the wrath of the real G.O.D./
Verse 2
The Spirit of Truth is thin bones/ there are masses of sheep led astray by the Jim Jones/ 100,000 dollar houses on televangelists knuckles/ while poor folks with deep debt tustle/ Trying to flex faith muscles/ but lifes heavy weight makes the floor boards buckle/ Religion is in trouble, I dont lie/ priests giving your grade-school boys the eye/ This used to only apply to the streets/ but Gospel lyrics dont matter now, its about beats/ Crossing over to a bigger market share/ diamonds gleaming from the pulpit chair/ Blinding the ushers who mug the congregation/ as they pass solid gold collection plates and/ Its ridiculous, understand it/ got to see through it cause God cant stand it/
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Verse 3
The Fathers business is at the flop house/ rock house, victims getting knocked out/ By the pressures and strains of life/ for some brains theres nothing to gain but strife/ Church is a reflection of God to the outside world/ and that thought makes me want to Earl/ Cause when you strip away the organ, drums/ loud soloists, cats speaking in tongues/ Distorted sermons on the ratty sound systems/ pulpit mics, business meeting fights/ Bake sales, grape juice and sacrament stale/ if I said it moved me, Id be telling a tale/ Holy water as placebo lotion/ paper church fans just going through the motions/ I know God has things to say/ Too bad human beings have to be in the way/
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