Представляем точный текст композиции "The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Showbread . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Showbread передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Showbread - "The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning"
Lyrics to The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning : Its Sunday morning and like sheep with no Shepherd theyre turning off alarm clocks and ironing ties above reproach is where well be in the eyes of the lesser as they see our family van on its way to church, on its way to tithe fundamentally youll find it at the heart of our religion all the answers and the ways of faith learn it hear and speak Jesus name its synonymous with this place And then a committee regulates where the money goes and the people gather who will teach the children and bring the gospel' the Bible doesnt matter weve heard it all a before from sermons and Sunday school never from his book or from his voice the Bible is just a reference tool socially its all required rituals, rules and youth group trips they walk us through what we believe we never hear love from graceful lips So bring a date and bring a friend and socialize before service begins Were making up more as we go along and the weight of the morals the righteous men carry we can make up more rules or cut some of them out its really all quite arbitrary We will not learn from he who offers his voice to us daily and gives us life we can read about it in colorful brochures and see when service starts that night As long as we sit under this roof were earning our way to a perfect heaven Im sure the Lord said something similar among the things that were said when he walked among us and healed the diseased if he came to our new location Im sure hed be pleased with all our modern accommodations, new paint and electrical tools while the heathens sit at home, idly they waste away like fools we sit complacent and stagnant and pleased that the building weve made finally suits our needs and now we can learn and grow in this place not by his voice or seeking his face [ The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning Lyrics ]
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