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