Now, I can understand it, I can comprehend,
Why Christians say their Christians, 
And to others they offend
With sexual interactions, and attitudes that harm.
Human is just human, and we all fall short of charm.

But the one who gets my flack is the hypocristic soul.
It’s not that he can’t keep the rules; 
He lies to hide his goal.
He lives a life so perfect, you’d think he was a saint,
But when you are not seeing him, 
A saint is what he ain’t.

When he tries to justify, his actions to himself,
Does he really understand, there is a little elf,
That’s marching right beside him, hearing every word,
Who passes on, what he hears, to a little bird –

Who flies on high, to proclaim, 
That once he’s recognized,
He’s like the boy, who cried wolf, 
Who everyone despised?
It seems there’s always one, 
Who hasn’t heard his tales,
And he’s on his way again, to make a name for males.

He’s so busy telling lies, to keep his image clean.
Who is he really trying to fool 
Behind that big smoke screen?
The One who really matters 
Can see right through his lies.
What will he say on judgment day, 
With no more alibis?