Preachin? on Sunday morning
All the right words are said
But does the congregation
Know what?s going through your head'
Just a few distractions
Some hell you can hide
but the mirror of your heart says
"You just can?t let it slide"

Chorus:
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah, take a look

You write those holy songs
Your gift goes without mention
The lady in the pool down there
Has got your full attention
The spirit got the grief
Bathsheba got a son
It?s time to write another song
Just call it 51

Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah, take a look

Wha thave we created'
A monster or a lamb'
Is it art and truth
Or product we demand'
Do we lust for money'
Do we water down the wine'
Sometimes we?re kissing up to man
And that?s the bottom line

Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah, take a look

Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah
Take a look
Take a look at yourself
Oh, yeah, take a look

Take a look at you, take a look at me
Take a look at you, take a look at me
Take a look at you, take a look at me
And tell me what you see
Take a look at you, take a look at me
Smack dab in the industry