Don't you got better things to do
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Than spread your gossip and speak what's untrue?
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You go to church, see through your haughty eyes,
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Go to your friends, and tell all your lies.
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Go on over to your stupid social clique.
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You religious hypocrites make me so sick.
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You without sin, go ahead cast the first stone.
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I didn't think so, so why don't you just go home.
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You claim to be a leader.
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You claim to make a stand.
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But when your brother's fallen,
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You won't even give a hand.
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You claim to be so holy.
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You claim to be so strong.
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But behind your charade
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I know your motives are so wrong.
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It don't mean a thing cuz talk is cheap.
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Your actions count, but your words you can't keep.
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You think you're so righteous,
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But I think you're a creep.
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You're the kind of person
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Who looks at others' sin.
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And then spreads the word,
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Forgetting your own within.
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You go to church to see what's in the news,
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So you can gossip, so you can lie,
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So you can confuse.
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See your brothers falling down all the time.
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Instead of showing mercy you convict them of a crime.
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You like to watch them as they fall on down.
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Instead of helping them you push them to the ground.
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You'll never be a leader.
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You'll never make a stand.
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Until you change your ways
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My God will not hold out His hand
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You claim to be so close to God.
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Behind the mask motives are wrong
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Creep
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| Calibretto 13 |
