| They go walking into church every Sunday morning
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| They the self-appointed sin patrol
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| Well they whisper and they gossip behind the back
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| Of anybody that they can’t control
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| See that girl in the choir she’s got evil desires
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| She must be drinking from the devil’s well
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| She’s a downright disgrace with that paint on her face
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| She looks just like a Jezebel
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| And they’re running around putting everybody down
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| What are you trying to do?
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| You need to pick up the Book and take another look
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| 'Cause brother I’ve got the news for you
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| You know Jesus was sent with a new covenant
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| And he even died for you
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| New pharisees like a fatal disease
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| Always flapping your jaws trying to live by the law
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| You see that boy over there with that long shaggy hair
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| Ought to be ashamed of his self
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| He wearing hip-hop clothes got a ring in his nose
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| Don’t he know he going straight to hell
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| And then yesterday morning me and sister Johnson
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| Were talkin' on the party line
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| She said that Deacon Brown was having dinner downtown
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| Somebody seen him with a glass of wine
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| And you act so righteous and you look so pious
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| You always pay your tithe
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| But there’s a rock in your heart and a fire on your tongue
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| And there ain’t no love in your eyes
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| Bad news is begotten and the devil is smiling
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| You gossip and you criticize
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| New pharisees like a fatal disease
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| Always flapping your jaws trying to live by the law
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| Well you can’t get by the law so quit flapping your jaws
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| New pharisees yes, you’re a lot like me |