Preaching on Sunday morning, all the right words are said,
Does the congregation know what’s going through your head?
Just a few distractions, some hell you can hide,
Mirror of your heart says you just can’t let it slide.
Take a look,
Take a look at yourself, oh yeah,
Take a look,
Take a look at yourself.
You write those holy songs, your gift goes without mention,
The lady in the pool down there has got your full attention,
The spirit got the grief, Bathsheba got a son,
It’s time to write another song, just call it 51.
Take a look,
Take a look at yourself, oh yeah,
Take a look,
Take a look at yourself,
Oh, take a look.
Play it, Q-pek.
What have we created, a monster or a lamb?
Is it art and truth or product we demand?
Do we lust for money? Do we water down the wine?
Sometimes we’re kissing up to man, and that’s the bottom line.
Take a look,
Take a look at yourself, oh yeah,
Take a look,
Take a look at yourself,
Take a look, boy,
Take a look,
Take a look at yourself,
Take a look,
Take a look at yourself.
Oh yeah, that’s the way I like it,
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Take a look at you, take a look at me,
Take a look at you, take a look at me,
Take a look at you, take a look at me, (and tell me what you see)
Take a look at you, take a look at me. (smack dab in the industry)
