I wanna be first and I want lots of power
You don't need any other, I'm the man of the hour
I want all these people, my little disciples
As long as they bring me nickels, noses and eyeballs

And I'll say I'm holy and I can be blameless
As long as my enemies all remain nameless
I look at the Son and I look in the mirror
And wonder which one that I'm getting nearer

I don't know what's right and what's me anymore
And I don't know if I'm meant to feel anymore
When do you think the truth will reach here?
'Cuz I'm being taken over by the mere

Life's about music and less about worship
It's all about programs and entrepreneurship
But it doesn't matter, 'cuz we're packed on Sunday
We're next to a Starbucks, can be seen from the freeway

And my biggest weapon is my congregation
They'll do what I tell them 'cuz I'm a sensation
I look at the Son and I look in the mirror
And wonder which one I'm getting nearer

I don't know what's right and what's me anymore
And I don't know if I'm meant to feel anymore
When do you think the truth will reach here?
'Cuz I'm being taken over by the mere

I give up my tithes and my seldom offerings
And that buys me out of ever, actually serving
Now, I am a saint and I am a sinner
But everything's cool as long as I get my dinner

I don't know what's right and what's me anymore
And I don't know if I'm meant to feel anymore
When do you think the truth will reach here?
'Cuz I'm being taken over by the mere