| gNASHVILLE! |
| 1. I Want to be a Christian -- Intro 2. Read it in a Letter 3. Barbie Dolls 4. Wake 5. Closer to You 6. Arise, My Soul 7. Gnashville 8. Radiation 9. Johnny's Dead 10. Perish Hilton 11. Thelma and Louise were a Couple of Dishes 12. Loser's Lament 13. Leper's Logic 14. My Hope is Built 15. Zaccheus 16. Television Anesthesia 17. Hypocrisy 18. I Want to be a Christian 19. Joy 20. Rejoice 21. How Firm a Foundation |
| Track 17: Hypocrisy |
| Written by: Bob Brown Date of Writing: November 2001 - January 2002; December, 2007; June - July, 2008 |
| Notes Most of the song was written seven years ago. There were a few minorish adjustments during the later dates of writing. Although I don't recall with absolute clarity, I'm sure it was the last line of Verse 3 that generated the song. That is, when my brain twisted the well-known phrase "Good things come to those that wait, not to those that hesitate" into the moron lyric in question here, I knew a song had to be built around it. Basically, my prayer is that this somewhat graphic lyric will get stuck in a teenage boy's head and be one little extra thing (hopefully--in addition to the same message from parents, pastor, and youth pastor) that helps keep him on the straight and narrow. Yes, boys must strive for purity in the same "old-fashioned way" that girls used to be expected to. Background Voice [1] Foot. Foot. Ah, the point is moot. [2] See no evil, be no evil? (That is, if you see no evil, then there isn't any evil? Right?) [3] *gasp* He did not just say what I think he said, did he? Cogito, ergo, sino. I think, therefore, I sin. |
| Verse 1: You say you cannot believe in any Bible prophecy [but] You have no horoscope aversion despite a million different versions. You say, "All is relative, there is no truth, fact is moot." Your credo is its own worst foe, shooting itself right in the foot. [1] Chorus: Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. It might just be stupidity. (2x) Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. It could just be stupidity. Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. I think it be stupidity. Verse 2: "Church is boring, sermons dull. I gotta make my weekend full." The sofa for the day--your pew. TV--altar; communion--brew. You say, "God cannot be there. Why is there evil everywhere?" As you hate and lie and cheat, ignore the poor man in the street. [2] Chorus: Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. It could just be apathy. (2x) Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. It could just be apathy. Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. I think it be apathy. Verse 3: "I'm a rebel, I do my thing" is the tune you like to sing. You buy, shop, spend, party, drink, get stoned. You're just another culture clone. You'd like to think that you are free: financi-, physi-, sexually. But good things come to them that wait, not to those that penetrate. [3] Chorus: Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. It think it be iniquity. (2x) Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. It could just be iniquity. Hypocrisy, hypocrisy. I think it be iniquity. |