You tell me that you’re praying for meYou tell me I’m blind that I can’t seeYou tell me I’m bound and I need to be set freeBut it’s hard to believe ‘cos you’re just like meYou tell me I have a drug-alcohol addictionYet you offer no way out, no solutionYou tell me if I don’t change my ways I’ll be condemned to hellWell, maybe you’re right, but oh wellIt’s so easy to show me what I’m doing wrongIt’s so easy to point out all my sinsBut what about you, aren’t you supposed to show me love?Isn’t that how you Christians are supposed to live?You tell me I need to follow Jesus and change my waysBut why would I want to be like you, you always seem so ashamedYou tell me I need to get saved from this fiery pitBut who wants to serve the God of a hypocrite?Until you start to practice what you preach don’t ever expect me to change the way I live.