Sunday morning show time, white-wash suit is pressed,
Kiss your study bible and say, “I am the best,”
The make up for your characters in your vanity,
With such an act, you ought to be an Oscar nomine.
Hallelus and Praise-the-Lords come flowing 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,
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, proving piety’s a cinch,
Thumbing Andrew Jacksons, so all can catch a glimpse,
Your right hand tells your left the great sacrifice you’ve made,
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,
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; you are 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,
Works are on parade,
Altar ego,
Forget about the Lord,
You’ve got an altar ego,
You got your full reward,
You’ve got an altar ego,
Works are on parade,
Altar ego,
You’ve got an altar ego,
You got your full reward.
Altar ego,
Altar ego,
You got an altar ego,
Do you hear what I say?
Altar ego,
Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
