Sing Along

Nobody talks too loud in my hometown
Nobody stands to tall
For fear of gettin' knocked down
Just follow straight lines
And teach your children how
Well you just do your job
And conceal your doubts

And the flames of hell they seemed so high
When I could barely see over the pew
I was just a boy when they told me that lie
But Lord it felt so true

With one big voice, all the children sang
The grown folks led, and they praised his name
Like an army-camp marching off to fight
Like a mindless chant, will make you right

And that's a hell of a thing to do to a kid
Just to teach him right from wrong
You can burn in hell the rest of your days
Or you can choose to sing along
Sing along..., Sing along

Well you can speculate about the way things end
Or you can sit and wait for the resurrection
But a child believes in whatever they're told
A pillar of flames, a street of gold

And the flames of hell they seemed so high
When I could barely see over the pew
I was just a boy when they told me that lie
But Lord it felt so true
And that's a hell of a thing to do to a kid
Just to teach him right from wrong
You can burn in hell the rest of your days
Or you can choose to sing along
Sing along..., sing along...
Sing along..., sing along...