Don Francisco - The Sunday Morning Chainsaw Ma**acree lyrics

They were goin' to church: all the regulars and a few more Nobody had a clue what was comin' when they walked through the door They were sayin' hello, they were takin' their seats And everyone was ready for the basic repeat Some songs then an offering and a sermon like the Sundays before Nobody noticed what was sittin' underneath the front pew No-one had imagined what the pastor was intendin' to do When he got to his feet, they were settlin' in Waitin' for the preacher man to begin But that expectation was never again to come true 'Cause the sanctuary suddenly filled with a deafening roar When the chainsaw started that the pastor picked up from the floor He laid into the pulpit and he cut it right through Only pieces were left after a second or two And when he turned the thing off, you know he had their attention for sure It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Ma**acree Nobody died except religious co-dependency The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around And those half-baked pew potatoes got really set free At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Ma**acree And the minister asked, "Do you all understand what I did? Everyone's a minister here; you know you're not little kids The Holy One's in each one of you, and it's time I let you see that it's true My name isn't 'pastor'; from now on, call me 'Uncle Sid' Don't you dare call me pastor; my first name's really just 'Sid'." It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Ma**acree Nobody died except some habits and formality The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around And that pastor and the congregation got really set free At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Ma**acree Now the reason I know is 'cause I happened to visit that place By then, the pews were gone and we worshipped and danced in the space Some had a teaching; some had revelation; some had a psalm; some interpretation Jesus was Lord, and he was shining on every face By the time we were done, I'd been filled by his power and grace It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Ma**acree Nobody died except religious co-dependency The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around And the pastor and the congregation got really set free At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Ma**acree At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Ma**acree