One nation under God, but where are we going'
We try to make the best of our lives, not really knowing that our own righteousness is but filthy rags,
In the eyes of the holy one it's a state of the heart, not the flag.

It's a mad, mad world we're living in,
Making up our own rules, we make excuses for sin,
It's a mad, mad world we're in.

We tell ourselves that we're okay,
"It's what we do not how we play that earns us our golden crown," that's the thing we all love to say,
But our own righteousness is but filthy rags,
In the eyes of the holy one it's a state of the heart, not the flag.

It's a mad, mad world we're living in,
We're making up our own rules, we make excuses for sin,
It's a mad, mad world we're in.

Oh, we tell ourselves that we're okay,
"It's what we do not how we play that earns us our golden crown," that's the thing we all love to say,
But our own righteousness is but filthy rags,
In the eyes of the holy one it's a state of the heart, not the flag.

It's a mad, mad world.