A change of habit, used to go bar-hopping,
You started church-shopping, did ya'
It's been a problem, finding one to fit ya,
You didn't feel good, did ya'

It's a steeplechase,
Blame your failures on churches where you've gone,
Steeplechase,
Ice cold Christian fakes turn to frosted flakes.

You like the big ones, worship incognito,
Your problems ain't getting solved,
You try a small one...oops, you must retreat-o,
You'd rather not get involved.

Oh, it's a steeplechase,
Blame your failures on churches where you've gone,
Steeplechase,
Ice cold Christian fakes turn to frosted flakes.

A Sunday morning, get a drink of water,
It's getting much hotter, huh' (oh no)
You won't go back there; must've been the sermon,
You didn't like squirmin', huh'

Aw, it's a steeplechase,
Blame your failures on churches where you've gone,
Steeplechase,
Ice cold Christian fakes turn to frosted flakes.