Preacher

Standing on your street corner preaching
To any passerby and reaching out
Telling us that we’d all be saved if we’d just behave
And hear what you’re about
But when you point your finger at me and say what I should do
Did you notice there’s three pointing back at you

So you say we’re wrong and you’re right
And we deserve to lose this fight, oh no
You preach of love but you speak hate
It must be hard to live with two faces, oh no
And all this time you spend just thinking on me and what I do
I wonder to myself now who are you

You say we’re not loved by Jesus
‘Cause we’re doing these things that please us, and you’re scared
But last time I checked my god’s got so much love for me
I’ve got some to spare
You want to raise your children in a world that’s clean and pure
Why don’t you start giving what you’re asking for

Standing on your street corner preaching
And your whisper becomes a shout
People keep walking by and you can’t see why
They seem to tune you out
And then the rain comes and washes those letters right off your picket sign
And all that’s left is the peace you can’t seem to find