Bouncin' on the dashboardBoppin' to the beat
To every bump in the road
Every hole in the street

Bought him at the Walmart
Got 'em on sale
The last one sittin' there dusty on the shelf

It's just a tiny figurine...
But are we missin' what it means...


We got crosses on our necks
Bibles in hand
When the sun comes out

We make our own plans
We pull him out when we need him
Put him back when we're done

Ain't no way to treat god's only son...
If we only wanna hear him
When his words will please us

Then we might as well be prayin' to a Plastic Jesus

Ol' Miss Jackson

At the end of the block
She built her life
Upon that rock

Everyday of the week
She walks that walk
And when she goes to speak

The spirit talks
It do us some good to heed that warning
It ain't just about Sunday morning


Lord, knows we'd be better off
If we could just surrender all...