You tell me that you're praying for me 
You tell me I'm blind that I can't see 
You tell me I'm bound and I need to be set free 
But it's hard to believe 'cos you're just like me 
You tell me I have a drug-alcohol addiction 
Yet you offer no way out, no solution 
You tell me if I don't change my ways I'll be condemned to hell 
Well, maybe you're right, but oh well 

It's so easy to show me what I'm doing wrong 
It's so easy to point out all my sins 
But 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 ways 
But why would I want to be like you, you always seem so ashamed 
You tell me I need to get saved from this fiery pit 
But 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.