Churches

Some folks say I'm a leech to society

But I'm here to tell you I ain't

'Cause if there weren't no sinners in this world

Then there wouldn't be a need for saints

The world needs holy rollers

But there's room for high rollin' too

And if you all weren't busy judgin' me

Well, they'd start judgin' you

'Cause guys like me are job security

For all the saints and preachers of this world

My disordered human will keeps the church pews filled

And gives the congregation somethin' to pray for

We've all got our callings and positions

But I play my part, keepin' churches in business

Who'd be there to shoot out the lights

When the bars are closin' down?

Who else here could lubricate

This dry Methodist town?

My sins make yours look harmless

And yours make mine look cool

It's a symbiotic relationship

The holy and the fool

'Cause guys like me are job security

For all the saints and preachers of this world

My disordered human will keeps the church pews filled

And gives the congregation somethin' to pray for

We've all got our callings and positions

But I play my part keepin' churches in business

Well, sometimes the difference between the holy and profane

Ain't that great at all

Sure, you think you're pure as coke

But I admit that I am lost

My three beer buzz and Copenhagen

Won't get me out of Heaven's gates

But tell me, when's the last time you repented

For thinkin' you're better than me?

Guys like me are job security

For all the saints and preachers of this world

My disordered human will keeps the church pews filled

And gives the congregation somethin' to pray for

We've all got our callings and positions

But I play my part keepin' churches in business