HYPOCRITES by Tom Jensen
Well it’s three o’clock in the morning
And I ain’t been to bed
I’m still trying to sort out all those hopes and dreams
That’ve been floatin’ around in my head
It’s just so hard to focus
When you’re as talented as me
There are about a million things
That if I wanted to then I could be
Well, I’m a born teacher
But I ain’t no preacher
For I’ve never been close to god
I follow the golden rule
I went to Catholic school
But all them people sittin’ in their pews
Whipping out the green to pay their church dues
I think they’re all getting robbed!
You see, I’ve never been a fan of playing follow the leader
The priest might be a pedophile
And the guy kneeling next to you
You know he’s a wife beater
No I don’t want to raise my kids
To grow up to be hypocrites
Organized religion will give you fits
You know that it might be time to quit
When the time that you’re sitting in church
Is the only time that you’re safe from getting’ hit...