There's a preacher on TV, he's got blessings all for me,
If I send fifty dollars as a seed.
And the one who sings the song has no sense of right or wrong,
And they all sell the truth out for their greed.
I'll turn my back on the truth's prostitution, close my mind to the spiritual pollution,
Purified from the lies all around.
Read my Bible and obey, seek God every day, then I'll get on my knees and pray
We won't play fools again.
First they laughed in Jesus' name, but soon that got too tame,
So to get blessed, they all had to bark and roar.
All they want is something new. They don't care if it's untrue,
And they wonder why they have such spiritual war.
The Bible says it would happen this way. That don't make it easy living today,
When you can't just accept what the teachers say, and your friends seem determined to fall away.
Nothing in the church I see looks different to me.
It's been done before, just in a different light.
Where they once said, "This is wrong," now they all say, "This is right,"
and their standards have degraded overnight.
Here's the new lies, much like the old lies
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