You've filled his house with things of gold
And then you preach about being pure
While handing crumbs to the old and poor
In your old way you're trying to find us
And wonder why we're laughing
But we can't follow what's behind us
Too much blind faith, it will blind us
Though sometimes it's a blessing But I remember when I still embraced you
'Til I saw that you hide from the misery outside so I left you behind
A little prayer would ease my mind
That I've tried were 'bout the same
But all the other teachings
But since you're around anyway
One grain of truth mixed with confusion caused by man
May as well get you back on your feet again
Do some work down in the street
Get right back up on your feet
Don't ya know we need somebody to
Start to think about today
You might just touch somebody
Throw your robe and staff away
And break away from yesterday
Ah, tell me can we reach you
I don't know, still we got to go
While others die up against the wall
From here to there eventually You take the time to tell us all
'Bout how we're not supposed to ball
It's got nothin' to do with heaven or hell
You really are a riot
What I'm talking about you know damn well
What I do in bed, I'm not gonna tell
You really ought to try it.
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