You go to church on Sunday And then you've done your part. Instead of saying “I hate that ***** You just say “Bless her heart.” Monday starts the week anew With dog-eat-dog intention. Live and let live and the like Seldom rates a mention.
Help the poor and needy Doesn't pull too much weight When measuring by dollar signs To decide what is truly great. The Bible verses get changed: “Do unto others” is rewritten To “Do what we can get by with.” Thus is the common man smitten.
So you allow the Congress To do whatever they want: Outlaw our rights and rob us, Laugh at us and then flaunt That nobody can touch them As they bleed the land dry. We're just to bless their hearts While the watch us slowly die.
We can keep on pretending That everything is just, Then go to church on Sunday And brag about “In God we trust”, Or we could wake the hell up And start to participate In what used to be our country Right now before it's too late.
But that would mean standing up And not just going along And not following on party lines Not singing the downtrodden song. It means questioning our leaders, But, you see, right there is the rub. If we stop ourselves from being robbed We can't belong to the Hypocrite Club.