Sunday Christian

Sunday is your day for worship and your praise and all
But when Friday night comes, you won't feel no pain at all
Smoke and toke until you choke
Wash it down with some whiskey and some rum
Bottoms up and you'll have fun

Why can't be like everybody else?
What kind of question is that?

Sunday Christian

What's that thing I see hanging around your neck?
Tell me, is there meaning in that crucifix?
Or just a fad that will fade with the lie you live today?
Who are you to say?

Practice what you preach only one day a week
Then the cross goes back under your shirt

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Mediocrity, your mistaken identity
Not too hot and never too cold, you just want to be lukewarm
That's not all right, that's not the way it ought to be
Change your ways today

Preach to your friends when you're no different from them
Who'd wanna be like you?

Sunday Christian
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Sunday Christ—

Now you've gone away
You'll never feel the same
In other words, you're gone

Sunday Christian
Sunday Christian
Sunday Christian
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Sunday Christian