You went to church on Sunday.
You got your Sunday school star.
You act so secure but you don't know who you are. You got drunk on Friday night, drag God's name through the dirt, perfect example of actions speaking louder than words. Spit you out-luke
warm, spit you out-half way, spit you out-give all, spit you out-or nothing. Christ-
ian girl wants a boyfriend, no more sitting on her hands. She settles for a moralist,
what happened to her stand' I don't get it, what's the deal' This is the ultimate
conformity. He'll spit you out of his mouth.


Lyrics Copyrighted 1989 The Crucified