Preachin' on Sunday morning All the right words are said But does the congregation know? What's going through your head? Just a few distractions Some hell you can hide But the mirror of your heart says: "You just can't let it slide"
Take a look Take a look at yourself Oh yeah Take a look Take a look at yourself
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's time to write another song Just call it 51
Take a look Take a look at yourself Oh yeah Take a look Take a look at yourself Oh, take a look
What have 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're kissing up to man And that's the bottom line
Take a look Take a look at yourself Oh yeah Take a look Take a look at yourself Take a look boy Take a look Take a look at yourself Aaa Take a look Take a look at yourself!
Oh yeah, that's the way I like it
Take a look at you, take a look at me (x3) And tell me what you see Take a look at you, take a look at me Smack dab in the industry
Oh yeah That's it
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