Sunday morning showtime White-wash suit is pressed Kiss your study Bible and say, "I am the best" The make up for your character is in your vanity With such an act you ought to be an Oscar nomine "Hallelus" and "Praise the Lords" are flowin' from your lips While telling babes in Christ that you've got God within your grips Into chugging milk, you're acting so mature But if you ate the meat of Scripture, man, you'd choke on it for sure You've got an altar ego The church is your stage You've got an altar ego Your works are on parade Altar ego Forget about the Lord You've got an altar ego You've got your full reward Offering's the time when proving piety's a cinch Thumbing Andrew Jacksons, so that all can catch a glimpse Your right hand tells your left handthe great sacrifice you've made But the widow's penny next to you just blew your wad away You've got an altar ego The church is your stage You've got an altar ego Your works are on parade Altar ego Forget about the Lord You've got an altar ego You've got your full reward Your pride has got you on a chain and you've become it's slave Lay your ego on the altar or it'll lay you in your grave You've got an altar ego The church is your stage You've got an altar ego Your works are on parade Altar ego Forget about the Lord You've got an altar ego You've got your full reward