Instead of a Show - Jon Foreman

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 you’re singing them

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’ve turned your back on the homeless

And the ones who don’t fit in your plan

Quit playing religion games

There’s blood on your hands

Let’s argue this out

If your sins are blood red

Let’s argue this out

You’ll be white as the clouds

Let’s argue this out

Quit fooling around

Give love to the ones who can’t love at all

Give hope to the ones who got no hope at all

Stand up for the ones who can’t stand at all

All

I hate all your show

Instead of a show

I hate all your show