Don't Believe in Believing

Hold your hands and praise the lord

Said the priest while he poured

The wine, the juice into a cup

And made us believe in god

Yes, I got a mom and dad

And I don't drink beer from a paper bag

My deeds might be good and bad

And I absolve my sins without his glory and healing hand

I might be the son of a preacher man, but I don't believe in believing

Praying helped me once or twice for the sake of grieving

I might be the son of a preacher man, but I don't believe in believing

Praying helped me once or twice for the sake of grieving

I don't believe in believing

(Ohh, Ohh)

(Ohh, Ohh)

(Ohh, Ohh, Ohh)

Grew up in the church's backyard

Followers flocking everyday

Trying to pray their sins away

But they still seem to be scarred

Got myself caught in a jam

Cause I don't act like the son of a preacher man

No, I don't follow the son of christ

But that don't mean that I'm enticed

To fighting, gambling, snorting blow

I might be the son of a preacher man, but I don't believe in believing

Praying helped me once or twice for the sake of grieving

I might be the son of a preacher man, but I don't believe in believing

Praying helped me once or twice for the sake of grieving

I don't believe in believing

(Ohh, Ohh)

(Ohh, Ohh)

(Ohh, Ohh, Ohh)

I might be the son of a preacher man, but I don't believe in believing

Praying helped me once or twice for the sake of grieving

I might be the son of a preacher man, but I don't believe in believing

Praying helped me once or twice for the sake of grieving

I don't believe in believing

(Ohh, Ohh)

(Ohh, Ohh)

(Ohh, Ohh, Ohh)