I've seen this place before One time in a dream, I could feel so perfect and real I put on my happy face and say my grace so my week can waste, waste and peel But have you ever woken up Sunday And wished it was Monday 'cause you don't care at all And have you ever waited for Sunday One day in the week where redemption breaks your fall And now you fall
This is the way that it goes These are your friends among foes Six days where faith isn't real, and then the church doors open I'm not a perfect man, but at least I don't get caught up in these games These people are all the same
Pass the plate around one more time Put in your tithe and return to your ugliness Sing your happiest song for Jesus You're singing a different one for every day of the week
