I hate all your show and pretense
the hypocrisy of your praise
the hypocrisy of your festivals
I hate all your show
Away with your noisy worship
Away with your noisy hymns
I stop up my ears when your singing 'em
I hate all your show
Instead let there be a flood of justice
An endless procession of righteous living, living
Instead let there be a flood of justice
Instead of a show
Your eyes are closed when you're praying
you sing right along with the band
you shine up your shoes for services
but there's blood on your hands
You turned your back on the homeless
and the ones that don't fit in your plans
quit playing religion games
there's blood on your hands