The Muffs - Flirtin' With The Pastor lyrics

I'm baffled by the folks Who like flirtin' with the pastor It's hard to get them through the door And they're hardly comin' after They're out of money, pa**ed the buck When he took up a collection Well how much more must they make Before God gets a fraction? They're flirtin' with the pastor But they'll go when in need And then they hide 'til Easter and Christmas Eve They got a Bible on the shelf But when they gonna read it? They can't commit time they do For lesser things They'd rather lay down in their cozy homes sponsored links He's still tryin' to drag them to heaven though They're not tryin' to turn that reverend gray Seems like they may though anyway You know what I'm talkin' about, maybe? Sneakin' out on the pastor on Sunday The faithful go round and round If they don't like his sermons enough They leave and go crosstown They want the best in troubadours And they like their funny laughter And other guys just stay in bed And they wait for the hereafter Flirtin' with the pastor , you all I ain't sure they know what they need You know the way they run and hide 'til Easter and Christmas Eve They got a Bible on the shelf But when they plan to read it? You can't just live your life Through dudes on Christian TV They'd rather lay down in their home sweet homes He's still tryin' to drag them to heaven though Though they might return but never stay They're flirtin' with the pastor anyway And you are too maybe Instrumental He's prayin' for everybody Instrumental Flirtin' with the pastor, babe They ain't sure what they need You know the way they run and hide 'til Easter and Christmas Eve They got a Bible on the shelf But when they plan to read it? They cram for this Just like they do for SATs They'd rather lay down in their cozy homes He's still tryin' to drag them to heaven though Though the guy's been burned by them, he prays There's certain things a pastor can't forsake There's certain things a pastor can't forsake