Things aren't the same on Sundays
Song about sitting in church because everybody else does it, but nobody practices what they preach.
Hi, I'm "One Wiener and Whine". But I don't actually drink wine.
Story behind the song
Believe it or not, the background was played with an electric guitar. It morphed into an organ-grinder after a bunch of filters were applied. No, I can't re-create it. I can almost see the carousel horses rising and falling when I listen to it, though.
Lyrics
I went to the service like I always do.
Things aren't the same on Sundays.
The hymns are familiar. The pews are not new.
Things aren't the same on Sundays.
The minister prays for the stain of our sin
to be washed down the drain 'til they do it again.
The bloody cross is hidden away
for a red hat that stays on all Sunday.
I pray with you, friends, from the days of old.
Things aren't the same on Sunday.
Prayers bring no peace when the Lord has been sold
for the sweet modern smugness of Sunday.
Children in cages, hate, a racist infection.
Gone are the days when I could expect some
evidence of righteousness.
Things aren't the same on Sundays.
I wish I could stay home on Sunday.
Nothing's the same on Sunday.
