Blessing God, cursing men, it's time we came clean
Fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring
We were meant to be close, tightly knit like some hip huggers
Instead we love to lift ourselves up while we rip others
And every single word that our hypocritical lips utter
Tends to steer the events in our lives like a ship rudder
Maybe we keep the hush-hush words as silent as mouse squeaks
We've got problems beneath the surface like when a house creaks
Out of the overflow of a wicked heart the mouth speaks
And it usually starts as mindless idle chatter
Chit and chat, this and that, never vital matters
Like a spark from a single match igniting a forest
Worlds collide when our words are so biting and porous
Fighting the war isn't exciting, it bores us
I'm inviting you to do what James' writing implores us
I'm inviting you to join in reciting my chorus

CHORUS:
The same tongues blessing God and cursing men
Gossip and slander weaved in the webs of words we spin
The same tongues blessing God and cursing men
We’re in desperate need of change like Plessy vs. Ferguson

I stare in space and see a barren wasteland
Gray skies, gray land, gray seas and gray sand
It's a restless evil, full of deadly poison
The same tongue that sings praise to God destroys men
We're a brood of vipers spewin' crude and snide words
Rude lewd rumors, this putrid spite hurts
It's controlling us all like a bit in a horse's mouth
It's time we take action with passion and force it out
We're aimless and careless, our hearts have been calloused
Rooted in bitterness, viciousness, malice
Drowning in apathy, no one is indignant
We plead ignorance to these acts of malignants
Inside our walls, like all outside are Godless monsters
The church itself has no lack of these gossipmongers
Enough of the small-scale talk and the tall tales
If Christ isn't Lord of our language, it all fails

CHORUS

We're gossipers, slanderers, lowlifes and liars
Our tongues have the power to set our whole lives on fire
This cheap laugh-grabbing and weak drab babbling
Cannot produce good, they can only reap backstabbing
The Spirit envies intensely and tends to make mincemeat
Of the weaklings who can't tell their friends from their enemies
The whole of our people is so full of evil
We need full upheaval from pulpit to steeple
We're adulterous people, so vagrant and flawed
Friendship with the world equals hatred of God
It's a snowball effect, we can't stop the madness
We're imprudent, thoughtless, impulsive, and tactless
Manifesting our pride keeping names on our bad lists
Santa Claus with a vengeance, we've forgotten the fact is
That our own pasts and presents are checkered with throngs
Of mistakes, and real love keeps no record of wrongs

CHORUS