I don´t think that any pastors practice what they preach
´Cause they recite the same old noise a thousand times a week
And my pastor loves to tell me that I am deeply flawed

And I´ll never be worthy of being loved by his God
Studied in my Bible, didn´t understand a word
But I thought if I made an effort, somehow I´d be heard
God just never answered and I´ll never know His voice
But there´s so many things I´ll remember, all against my choice

Oh, why must I wear God´s disguise?
One day I´ll learn who I really am
And why must I go along with your lies
And walk blindly, not guided by your hand?
´Cause my pastor is only a man
And God doesn´t really have a plan
My pastor is only a man
And God doesn´t really have a plan

I don´t think that any church would ever welcome me
The kids all ignored what I said, so I just didn´t speak
And I was always known as "the awkward rebel teen"
I was desperate and lonely so I begged to be seen
But I don´t think that any church would ever really care
If I just disappeared or if I was never there
So I fantasized about the thought of never bein´ born
They say that Heaven is lovely, so what am I here for?

Oh, why must I wear God´s disguise?
One day I´ll learn who I really am

And why must I go along with your lies
And walk blindly, not guided by your hand?
´Cause my pastor is only a man
And God doesn´t really have a plan
My pastor is only a man
And God doesn´t really have a plan

Built my house up on the sand
Nothing matters, it´s all out of my hands
And no one really understands
That my pastor, he´s only a man