Church on Sunday

You got a sign that says welcome in

But you leave off all the fine print

I've always heard that Jesus was a friend

I guess he don't go here

I took a seat on the back pew

Underdressed, smelled a little like booze

Caught every eye in the whole damn room

Oh, but not one ear

What it should be ain't what it is

Just a country club with a crucifix

Yeah we all wanna believe in something

A little bigger than ourselves

Ain't tryna to earn my way to heaven

Already been through hell

I need a place I can call my own

Maybe I'll find it one day

Imma need a little more grace, little more faith, than what they gave

At church on Sunday

Man I'd settle for a strangers time

Some understanding just to ease my mind

The thought that someone else can see Im tryin'

That'd be good news to me

You sing about Amazing Grace

How sweet that sounds

I only wish that I could show my face

When the world comes crashing down

You think I gotta look like you, talk like you

Maybe have to buy new clothes. wear new shoes

But If you ask me, fittin in

Just another kind of sin

Yeah we all wanna believe in something

A little bigger than ourselves

Ain't tryna to earn my way to heaven

Already been through hell

I need a place I can call my own

Maybe Ill find it one day

Imma need a little more grace, little more faith, than what they gave

At church on Sunday