What's Up With You? Songtext
von Room Full of Walters

Place your hand upon the TV set
Sit down and write another personal check
L gotta pay for my private jet
I′m going to heaven in a red Corvette
You claim to know the good book so well
I can't believe all of the lies you tell
Watch the poor throw money down your well
You deserve eternity in a cell

What′s up with you?
Why do you do
The things you do
In the name of God?
What's up with you?
Why do you do the things you do
The things you do
In the name of God?


You fight the good fight in my name
I'll take your credit but not your blame
Place your judgment, show no shame
Any cost to win the game
Jesus Christ would never carry a gun
But you defend your right to bear one
You see the world as a war to be won
But you don′t see the damage you′ve done

What's up with you?
Why do you do
The things you do
In the name of God?
What′s up with you?
Why do you do the things you do
The things you do
In the name of God?

What's up with you?
Why do you do
The things you do
In the name of God?
What′s up with you?
Why do you do the things you do
The things you do
In the name of God?

You've lied so long you don′t remember the truth


What's up with you?
Why do you do
The things you do
In the name of God?
What's up with you?
Why do you do the things you do
In the name of God?