The pulpit is perfect except for the man who's hiding behind it He's washing his hands of all of his responsibility He's taking down names and he's picking up stones He's looking for sins that are worse than his own And isn't he just like you and me? We don't want to believe we all live In the same sad, strange, beautiful dream Now the devil has been dead since before time began But he's still making progress, he's still making plans With a a hand in his pocket and a gun in his hand He's not trying to listen, he's not trying to understand And isn't he just like you and me? We don't want to believe we all live In the same sad, strange, beautiful dream Don't believe their lies Don't believe their lies I know you know what's right I know you know what's right