Thou shall not judge
Thou shall not steal
But you hide your trespasses
And youâre not the real deal
At Sunday massacre
Letâs go and read the book of bias
Weâll sing our worship songs
To our holy lord of lies
You say eye for an eye
But we all know thatâs a lie
CHORUS
Itâs the house of the holy
A home to the hypocrites
Theyâre praising a god
That theyâre not even sure exists
Itâs a mass masquerade
A gathering of deceit
Acceptance for no-one
But youâre allowed to be a cheat
Welcome to the house of the holy
Commit adultery
And abuse his name in vain
But at tomorrowâs service
Wash your dirty sins down the drain
Coveting your neighbour
As they sit down in the church
Frowning on those who are strange
Although you were a sinner since your birth
Could you do unto others
What youâd want done unto you
CHORUS
You praise your plasma
Your luxury car and home
Devoted to possessions
Got no god but your own
Free in the name of his son
Thereâs only one almighty
But you will kill for your own god
Create a war and follow blindly
CHORUS