There are silver tongued serpents Speaking in the old-time gospel hour. Sickening hypocrites Spouting junk.
Voices shout back from behind stained cloth And distort the scripture in response.
Sound the Horns, My walls will not fall. And those who walked on Palms Shall be Teachers no more. So stand solid in defense, brothers. Then myth has no place in religion. Belief is nothing is still Belief.