Sunday Disguise

Yeah,

yeah (hmmm)

Sunday morning we get up and we go Praise the Lord with

the choir in the back row

White dress, clean shoes,

put on a show

Stepping out the sanctuary feeling that glow

But once we leave

the church outside

We change our life,

we run and hide Back to reality we go,

the colors fade I cannot see clearly why we made this trade

We cross the threshold,

the mask starts to slip Back to the hustle,

the concrete, the grip Same old habits we swore we would drop

Monday morning comes and we can't make it stop (can't stop,

yeah)

But once we leave

the church outside

We change our life,

we run and hide Back to reality we go,

the colors fade

I cannot see clearly why we made this trade

I cannot see clearly why

We change our life (hmmm)