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Religious people
You white-washed tombs
Beautiful on the outside
But you’re full of bones
You look very religious
You follow all your little rules
But you don’t follow Jesus
You just talk like you should
Woe to you, woe to you
All your pretty words sound
Like filthy rags
Woe, woe to you
Prosperity and progress
You say bless me indeed
You fill up your bank accounts
While children die in their need
One day you’ll retire
You’ll have a house on the sea
But my friend where your treasure is
That’s where your heart’s gonna be
Woe to you, woe to you
You call him Lord but
He’s just your genie
Woe, woe to you
Where is the justice?
Who’s preaching the truth
Your sermons are entertaining
And your churches are cool
You’re grieving His Spirit
And You’re winning the lost
To a worthless religion
Cause you don’t talk about the cross
Woe to you, woe to you
Your gospel is tickling our ears to death
Woe, woe to you
Where is the justice and mercy
And walking humbly with Your God
Who’s caring for orphans and widows
And living holy in this world
For this is what He requires
Woe to you, woe to you
For many will come to Him on that day
And say Lord, Lord, but He’ll say
Woe, woe to you
Woe to you, woe to you
Repent before it’s too late
Woe