Church - Dirty Revolution

People around here think they have it all worked out

And they don’t know how to talk to me so all they do is shout

If I wanted to be preached at I could go back to church

But I’m older than i use to be and I’ve ended that search

No one can tell me who to be

I’ve got ears to hear

And eyes to see

That no one has got that right

And I won’t be the first to run away

If day turn to night

There’s too many buildings, too many doors

Too many bits of paper and too many laws

I won’t be converted, I’m not going to come inside

You tell me you know the truth

You tell me you know the truth

When you tell me you know the truth

I know you lie, you lie

No one can tell me who to be

I’ve got ears to hear

And eyes to see

That no one has got that right

And I won’t be the first to run away

If day turn to night

People around here think they have it all worked out

And they don’t know how to talk to me so all they do is shout

If I wanted to be preached at I could go back to church

But I’m older than I use to be and I’ve ended that search

No one can tell me who to be

I’ve got ears to hear

And eyes to see

That no one has got that right

And I won’t be the first to run away

If day turn to night

Don’t tell me you know the truth

Don’t tell me you know the truth

When you tell me you know the truth

I know you that lie, you lie