You hate church folk. I understand.
We often choke, the Lord's command
So you invoke a reprimand
We are a joke, a wretched band
Thank God for grace and mercy too
On our disgrace, our Waterloo
Or we would face a dimmer view
But we embrace a life that's new
And don't forget you also need
To beat the threat of hell indeed
Do you regret your evil deed
We all owe debt for sin, concede
So do you go to hospital
And torpedo or belittle
The sick and low, while they're brittle
The sin-sick though, you will skittle
We know we are a sinful band
But it's bizarre, in God we stand
And we'll go far by God's command
A superstar thanks to God's hand
