The Sunday Mornin' Chainsaw Massacree
Don Francisco
They were goin' to church: all the regulars and a few more
Nobody had a clue what was comin' when they walked through the door
They were sayin' hello, they were takin' their seats
And everyone was ready for the basic repeat
Some songs then an offering and a sermon like the Sundays before
Nobody noticed what was sittin' underneath the front pew
No-one had imagined what the pastor was intendin' to do
When he got to his feet, they were settlin' in
Waitin' for the preacher man to begin
But that expectation was never again to come true
'Cause the sanctuary suddenly filled with a deafening roar
When the chainsaw started that the pastor picked up from the floor
He laid into the pulpit and he cut it right through
Only pieces were left after a second or two
And when he turned the thing off, you know he had their attention for sure
It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree
Nobody died except religious co-dependency
The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down
And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around
And those half-baked pew potatoes got really set free
At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree
And the minister asked, "Do you all understand what I did?
Everyone's a minister here; you know you're not little kids
The Holy One's in each one of you, and it's time I let you see that it's true
My name isn't 'pastor'; from now on, call me 'Uncle Sid'
Don't you dare call me pastor; my first name's really just 'Sid'."
It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree
Nobody died except some habits and formality
The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down
And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around
And that pastor and the congregation got really set free
At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree
Now the reason I know is 'cause I happened to visit that place
By then, the pews were gone and we worshipped and danced in the space
Some had a teaching; some had revelation; some had a psalm; some interpretation
Jesus was Lord, and he was shining on every face
By the time we were done, I'd been filled by his power and grace
It was the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree
Nobody died except religious co-dependency
The heavens were opened when that pulpit went down
And God's Holy Spirit started movin' around
And the pastor and the congregation got really set free
At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree
At the Sunday Morning Chainsaw Massacree