Preachin on Sunday morning
All the right words are said
But does the congregation
Know what going through your head?
Just a few distractions
Some hell you can hide
but the mirror of your heart says
"You just can let it slide"
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah take a look
You write those holy songs
Your gift goes without mention
The lady in the pool down there
Has got your full attention
The spirit got the grief
Bathsheba got a son
It time to write another sonf
Just call it 51
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah take a look
Wha thave we created?
A monster or a lamb?
Is it art and truth
Or product we demand?
Do we lust for money?
Do we water down the wine?
Sometimes we kissing up to man
And that the bottom line
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah , take a look
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah, take a look
Take a look at you, take a look at me
Take a look at you, take a look at me
Take a look at you, take a look at me
And tell me what you see
Take a look at you, take a look at me
Smack dab in the industry