Showbread - The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning Lyrics
It's Sunday morning and like sheep with no Shepherdthey're turning off alarm clocks and ironing tiesabove reproach is where we'll be in the eyes of the lesseras they see our family van on it's way to church,on it's way to tithe fundamentally you'll find it at the heart of our religionall the answers and the ways of faithlearn it hear and speak Jesus nameit's synonymous with this placeAnd then a committee regulates where the money goesand the people gatherwho will teach the children and bring the gospel?the Bible doesn't matterwe've heard it all a before from sermons and Sunday schoolnever from his book or from his voicethe Bible is just a reference tool sociallyit's all required rituals, rules and youth group tripsthey walk us through what we believewe never hear love from graceful lipsSo bring a date and bring a friend and socialize before service beginsWe're making up more as we go alongand the weight of the morals the righteous men carrywe can make up more rules or cut some of them outit's really all quite arbitraryWe will not learn from he who offers his voice to us daily and gives us lifewe can read about it in colorful brochuresand see when service starts that nightAs long as we sit under this roofwe're earning our way to a perfect heavenI'm sure the Lord said something similar among the things that were saidwhen he walked among us and healed the diseasedif he came to our new locationI'm sure he'd be pleased with all our modern accommodations,new paint and electrical toolswhile the heathens sit at home,idly they waste away like foolswe sit complacent and stagnantand pleased that the building we've made finally suits our needsand now we can learn and grow in this placenot by his voice or seeking his face
