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"Don't tell me what to do, rich boy

"Don't tell me what I am, old man

"It ain't doing no good to me

"Your good book there in your hand

"Did you spend a lot of time practicing?

"Reciting your words so precisely?

"Are you trying to win a gold star?

"Is your preacher giving trips to Hawaii?"

Is it in our minds?

Is it in in our eyes?

What do we do?

Lord what do we do?

"Did I hear 'love' a couple of times

"I guess it's hard for me to tell

"I look at you and your teeth are smiling

"Your eyes despise me for my look and smell"

Uttering the same old phrases

Looking for brightness in the faces

Seeing anger and indignation

We left God out of the equation

It's in our minds

It's in our eyes

What do we do?

Lord tell us what to do

Once I spoke the same old joyful words

And I said them with conviction

And that fire still burns inside

Though my world put a mote in my eye

Makes it harder to see the prize

Hades' sufferers cry out

From doom's other side

"Warn my family warn my friends

"Bring them to Jesus from Satan's lies"