Verse 1
There's an old building smack in the middle of town
They file in, they shut up, stand up, sit down
Big fancy cross up on top, ya can't miss it
They think that I live there, at least pay it a visit

Oh yeah…

Truth is, I'd really rather not, you see
Every Sabbath I gave'm all I got, you see
Just to see'm sit there & rot you see,
And watch them all go to pot you see
The pot's got to be cold or hot with Me
Lukewarm does not hit the spot with Me
All you did was fought with Me
You never got with Me
Never threw in your lot with Me,

Chorus 1
Oh yes I see through the hypocrisy!
Clean outwardly,
Each idiocracy!
Prophets I send, you try for heresy!
Woe Pharisee, it's all pretend!

Verse 2
Politicians drop in to sing their psalms
& give their alms to the poor
Then go out & drop bombs on the poor
& never lift a finger for their fellow
So mellow & yellow
Makes me want to yell "hello"
I bellow & you sit there like jello
I say "sound a trumpet" & you pluck on a cello
I stick my nose in & pew, what's that smell, oh,
Rotten bones in a white washed shell...

Chorus 2
Oh yes. I see through the hypocrisy!
Clean outwardly,
Each idiocracy!
Prophets I send, you try for heresy!
Woe Pharisee, it's all pretend!
It's all pretend!

Verse 3
Well, I see through all the hypocrisy
Like I did with the scribes & the Pharisees
Read all about it, Matthew 23
Laid it on the line & they crucified Me

The same went for all My holy apostles
Church & state had 'em turned into fossils
Priests of their day, mostly all just hostiles
Whose ridged traditions stenched up My nostrils

But they still build temples of marble & rock for Me,
Another temple of glass, brass & mahogany
All of the while, they've made a mockery
All of the while, it's all just a crock of B....
Yes, you guessed it
Its too bad you've messed it
For the poor dumb sheep
That don't make a peep
Just follow you blindly,
Thanking you kindly

Chorus 3
Oh yes I see through the hypocrisy!
Clean outwardly,
Each idiocracy!
Prophets I send, you try for heresy!
Woe Pharisee,
Woe Pharisee!

Verse 4
You know, You were once my bride to be
All you think of now is what you can get from Me
Your love ain't for real & it ain't for free
Everybody knows what that makes you out to be
Prostitute of apostasy!
While the true prophets ain't just actors
Out in the wilderness, preaching what they practice
Like John the Baptist,
Drinking water from a cactus,
Roastin' locust,
Different focus
From the masses in the cities
And their neat little committees
Feeling oh so cute & pretty
While they sing a little ditty
Vision less than itty bitty
Colder than a witches...

Chorus 4
Oh yes I see through the hypocrisy!
Clean outwardly,
Each idiocracy!
Prophets I send, you try for heresy!
Woe Pharisee, it's all pretend!
It's all pretend!
There'll be an end!