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Bouncin' on the dashboard, boppin' to the beat
Every bump in the road, every hole in the street
Bought him at the Walmart, got 'em on sale
The last one sittin' on the dusty shelf
It's just a tiny figurine
But are we missin' what it means?
We got crosses on our necks
And Bibles in hand
When the sun comes up
We make our own plans
Pull Him out when we need Him
Put Him back when we're done
That ain't no way to treat God's only Son
If we only wanna hear Him when His word will please us
Then we might as well be prayin' to a Plastic Jesus
Ol' Miss Jackson at the end of the block
She built her life upon that rock
Every day of the week she walks that walk
When she goes to speak the spirit talks
It do us some good to heed that warning
It ain't just about Sunday morning
We got crosses on our necks
And Bibles in hand
When the sun comes up
We make our own plans
Pull Him out when we need Him
Put Him back when we're done
That ain't no way to treat God's only Son
If we only wanna hear Him when His word will please us
Then we might as well be prayin' to a Plastic Jesus
Lord, knows we'd be better off (better off, oh)
If we could just surrender all (surrender all)
We got crosses on our necks
And Bibles in hand
When the sun comes up
We make our own plans
Pull Him out when we need Him
Put Him back when we're done
That ain't no way to treat God's only Son
Got crosses on our necks
And Bibles in hand
When the sun comes up
We make our own plans
Pull Him out when we need Him
Put Him back when we're done
That ain't no way to treat God's only Son
If we only wanna hear Him when His word will please us
Then we might as well be prayin' to a Plastic Jesus
I need You Jesus