Andrew Peterson - Mohawks on the Scaffold lyrics

Everybody's gotta have a building program
Sticking that money up, brick-on-brick
Oh, we've got to have praise team worship
Fourteen services, take your pick

Everybody's gotta have special music
We don't want dead air when the plate goes by
Oh, it's got to be a three-point sermon
With a poem and a pun to break the ice

Oh, the organ hit the D-chord
It's time to sing the doxology
Stand up! Praise the good Lord
Please define doxology

So now we take communion
First, a word to prepare our heads
Joe gets up and talks about politics
And he says a prayer, and we break the bread

We take the cup and we quench our thirst
Dismiss the children to children's church
Stand and greet your neighbor first
Well every aspect is well-rehearsed

Like Mohawks on the scaffold
Heedless of the danger
Don't look down at the city
Brother, it's a long way to fall
Like Mohawks on the scaffold
Strolling on the Ibeams
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord
He's our buddy, after all

Oh, brother, don't get upset
You see I got my perfect attendance badge:
Sunday school and the VBS
I even pledged allegiance to
The Christian flag
(Which I have not to this day found
Any word in the bible for)

Four years in Bible College
Well, I tucked my shirt and I cut my hair
Oh, sister, don't get me wrong
I learned a lot about Jesus there

I went to class and I wore a tie
I learned about who's wrong and why
Point the finger at the other guy
With the clearly flawed theology

Oh, it's like we're Mohawks on the scaffold
Heedless of the danger
Don't look down at the city
Brother, it's a long way to fall
Like Mohawks on the scaffold
Strolling on the Ibeams
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord
He's a puzzle in our song

Well, I hope you're pickin' up on my sarcasm
'cause I'm laying it on pretty thick
It's a useful tool of communication even
God himself has employed that trick
So if you'll turn with me in your
Bibles to the book of Job
Chapter thirty-eight
He'll remind us who we're dealing with
I hope you don't mind my paraphrase

Sometimes it's like we're sleeping
On an airbus
Like we're taking home a little bear-cub
Like we're hiking Mount Vesuvius
Like we're cooking s'mores in
The Burning Bush

Oh, it's like we're Mohawks on the scaffold
Heedless of the danger
Don't look down at the city
Brother, it's a long way to fall
Like Mohawks on the scaffold
Strolling on the Ibeams
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord, He's so patient
He's so patient with us all