To meet them you would laugh out loud,
the stories they can tell;
of all the people they have met,
that's headed straight to hell.

To hear the love they gave away,
and suffering they've endured;
it's best if you just turn away
and question what you've heard.

They sing and shout and jump about,
on Sundays,it's their way;
to show and brag to others,
their rewards on judgement day.

To live the way they want,
is their story, tried and true;
and if you question any part,
it's straight to hell with you.

To spread their lies and gossip,
over forty years of time;
to ruin many memories,
a secret, yours or mine?

They can't seem to harbor,
any truth they hear from you;
if you try to beg for mercy,
for the crime you didn't do.

They claim their christian values,
that are pure in every way;
the Blood of Christ they're covered with,
won't pass the DNA.

So when you see them all in church,
all acting sweet, like cupid;
the names that match their way of life,
are Renie, Mutt and Stupid.

Be careful of the things you hear,
what God has planned to do;
and ask the christians that you meet,
"Does Jesus Christ know you?"