I hate all your show and pretense The hypocrisy of your praise The hypocrisy of your festivals I hate all your show Away with your noisy worship Away with your noisy hymns I stop up my ears when you're singing them I hate all your show Instead let there be a flood of justice An endless procession of righteous living, living Instead let there be a flood of justice Instead of a show Your eyes are closed when you're praying You sing right along with the band You shine up your shoes for services But there's blood on your hands You've turned your back on the homeless And the ones who don't fit in your plan Quit playing religion games There's blood on your hands Let's argue this out If your sins are blood red Let's argue this out You'll be white as the clouds Let's argue this out Quit fooling around Give love to the ones who can't love at all Give hope to the ones who got no hope at all Stand up for the ones who can't stand at all All I hate all your show Instead of a show I hate all your show