You've filled his house with things of gold

While handing crumbs to the old and poor

And then you preach about being pure

And wonder why we're laughing

In your old way you're trying to find us

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

A little prayer would ease my mind

'Til I saw that you hide from the misery outside so I left you behind

But all the other teachings

That I've tried were 'bout the same

One grain of truth mixed with confusion caused by man

But since you're around anyway

May as well get you back on your feet again

Get right back up on your feet

Don't ya know we need somebody to

Do some work down in the street

You might just touch somebody

Start to think about today

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

From here to there eventually



While others die up against the wall

You take the time to tell us all

'Bout how we're not supposed to ball

You really are a riot

It's got nothin' to do with heaven or hell

What I do in bed, I'm not gonna tell

What I'm talking about you know damn well

You really ought to try it