They were goin' to church: all the regulars and a few more

Nobody had a clue what was comin' when they walked through the door

They were sayin' hello, they were takin' their seats

And everyone was ready for the basic repeat

Some songs then an offering and a sermon like the Sundays before



Nobody noticed what was sittin' underneath the front pew

No-one had imagined what the pastor was intendin' to do

When he got to his feet, they were settlin' in

Waitin' for the preacher man to begin

But that expectation was never again to come true



'Cause the sanctuary suddenly filled with a deafening roar

When the chainsaw started that the pastor picked up from the floor

He laid into the pulpit and he cut it right through

Only pieces were left after a second or two

And when he turned the thing off, you know he had their attention for sure



It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree

Nobody died except religious co-dependency

The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down

And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around

And those half-baked pew potatoes got really set free

At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree



And the minister asked, "Do you all understand what I did?

Everyone's a minister here; you know you're not little kids

The Holy One's in each one of you, and it's time I let you see that it's true

My name isn't 'pastor'; from now on, call me 'Uncle Sid'

Don't you dare call me pastor; my first name's really just 'Sid'."



It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree

Nobody died except some habits and formality

The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down

And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around

And that pastor and the congregation got really set free

At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree



Now the reason I know is 'cause I happened to visit that place

By then, the pews were gone and we worshipped and danced in the space

Some had a teaching; some had revelation; some had a psalm; some interpretation

Jesus was Lord, and he was shining on every face

By the time we were done, I'd been filled by his power and grace



It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree

Nobody died except religious co-dependency

The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down

And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around

And the pastor and the congregation got really set free

At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree

At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree