Mr. Jones in his Sunday’s best pacing; Mrs. Jones in her Sunday dress waiting impatient For the ushers to begin To usher in the church congregation To hear about God’s salvation And Satan’s temptation. The flock heavy with sin The church a weigh station While pastor lay in wait to waylay em, Lift lions and slay lambs at the gate Testify, pacify and pass the plate (Pass the plate). And the Choir sang their songs The congregation sang along Waving their hands And their Martin Luther King fans But they weren’t fans of Martin Luther Or Christ the martyr They worshipped at the altar of the Long Dollar (Of the Long Dollar) (Of the Long Dollar).
And there I am eighteen years old Running in late dressed in street clothes; And when my feet hit the church doors In jeans and shelltoes It seemed hell froze. I was greeted with heaven help’s And hell no’s I suppose those folks in salvation’s army Fo sho don’t shop at the Salvation Army. They all smelled like obsession. I pray the scent of salvation’s on me. And the Choir sang their song The congregation sang along Waving their hands And their Martin Luther King fans But they weren’t fans of Martin Luther Or Christ the martyr They worshipped at the altar of the Long Dollar (Of the Long Dollar) (Of the Long Dollar). The preacher screamed “No weapon formed can harm me!” Which seemed right he had a right tight army. In fact I bet not a single congregant had even touched the hem of his garment yet. So I sat in the front row right next to Ms. So & So She wore her skirt real high and her hat real low. You know, that it was known to everyone That after the pastor would make her speak in tongues. No one was sure if he was reaching them But the shepherd sheared the sheep He was surely fleecing them. He was preaching and teaching to the young Tell them who they are and who they should become; And behind doors he was touching them Right under parent’s nose he was touching them Soon it was exposed that he was touching them (He was touching them) (He was touching). And the Choir sang their songs The congregation sang along Waving their hands And their Martin Luther King fans But they weren’t fans of Martin Luther Or Christ the martyr They worshipped at the altar of the Long Dollar (Of the Long Dollar) (Of the Long Dollar).