You go to High Church and I go to Low Church
Old sister Margaret chose to go to No Church
His church is Left and their church is Right
But they all leave Jesus crying in the night
The preacher told me Sunday what he thought I should believe
But early Monday morning it still made no sense to me
If we define religion as belief in what is true
Then all that’s left to do is to define what’s true for you
Righteous Right Republicans came marching through the land
They thumped their bibles, sang their songs, and shouted their demands
Indignant Leftist Democrats wouldn’t budge a bit
The funny thing is we all know they’re all just hypocrites