HOLY


God is down on Broadway
Hustling spare change
While ministers in mansions
Blaspheme his name

But you're holy, holy
When you're the privileged few
Holy, holy
When you think God looks like you

God seems to be praying
While the anthem plays
Kneeling for the healing
Of our racist ways

But you're holy, holy
When you're the privileged few
Holy, holy
When you think God looks like you

God is at the border
Begging to come in
Being born in danger
Is her only sin

But you're holy, holy
When you're the privileged few
Holy, holy
When you think God looks like you

Who will speak
For the meek
Who will stand
For those you've damned

God is in the faces
That you hurry past
God is down on Broadway
God is an outcast

But you're holy, holy
When you're the privileged few
Holy, holy
When you think God looks like you
You think God's just like you

Played on guitar in C-G-D-G-B-C tuning.