I'm putting together a broken church puzzle from the 90s
And I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you
It's missing pieces, kind of like my theology
And I wish I could jump inside and speak right to you
I'd say "hey Jesus, I'm hopeless as hell and I know nothing
But I am not one of the men that's going to kill you
Why will your followers someday hate the ones you die for
Will their buildings make you wish you'd never come here"
No amount of glue can fix something that's missing pieces
No amount of glue can fix this
I can't help but realize as I put the scene together
Why they always make you look the way you do
Caucasian Jesus is making the privileged white folks money
Every Sunday, in every basket, in every pew
They love this culture and as for everyone outside it
It is either a mission or a distraction
I haven't found a verse yet where you killed for the sake of country
Or where you picketed a local female clinic
No amount of glue can fix something that is missing pieces
No amount of glue can fix this
I will rearrange and reapply the best that I can
No amount of glue can fix this
Break this, just break this
I don't believe you're who the Internet says you are
I don't believe you are who the Megachurch says you are
I don't believe you are who our President says you are
If you are who they say you are, then oh Lord -
Break my neck with your praying hands
Just break it, just break it
No amount of glue can fix something that is missing pieces
No amount of glue can fix this
I will rearrange and reapply the best that I can
No amount of glue can fix this
Break this, just break this
No amount of glue