Where Are You, Preacher?

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[Chorus]
Where are you, Preacher?
Where are you, Pastor?
The Pope is calling out the war machine
But you're nowhere, nowhere to be seen
Where are you, Preacher?
Leo's standing tall
While you're counting the collection in the hall
Where are you at all?

[Verse 2]
Pete knelt down at the Pentagon
Prayed for "overwhelming violence" — carry on!
Called it God's divine and holy plan
Two thousand dead across the burning land
The commanders told the troops — Jesus wants this fight
Armageddon's coming, boys, go kill tonight
And the Pastor nodded, said a little prayer
For the troops, for Trump, for the red white air

[Chorus]
Where are you, Pastor?
Where are you, Priest?
Where are you, Preacher?
Where are you, Pastor?
The Pope is calling out the war machine
But you're nowhere, nowhere to be seen
Where are you, Preacher?
Leo's standing tall
While you're counting the collection in the hall
Where are you at all?

[Bridge — spoken, deadpan]
The first American Pope — from Chicago of all places —
stood up on Palm Sunday and said:
"War is never holy."
Your pastor heard it.
Checked his donor list.
Kept quiet.

[Verse 3]
JD Vance goes to Mass on Sunday morn
Helps expand a war by Monday, good and torn
Rubio lights his candle, says his prayers
Then defends the bombing on the evening air
The bishops wrote it down in black and white
"We cannot stand by while they choose this fight"
But your Pastor's nodding at the MAGA cross
"God bless our bombs and God bless our boss"

[Outro —Leo stood on Palm Sunday
Said what needed to be said
You were home watching football
While the kids in Iran bled
God is in the suffering
Not the bombs, not the guns
So where are you, Preacher?
Where. Are. You.
[single piano note. silence.]

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[Verse 1] The Pope flew in from Rome today Chicago boy, he had his say "War is never holy, peace is God's design" But your preacher's quiet, Sunday feeling fine He's got his flag up by the cross Praising Hegseth, praising the boss Never heard him mention bombs or blood or pain Just pass the plate and praise the Lord again [Chorus] Where are you, Preacher? Where are you, Pastor? The Pope is calling out the war machine But you're nowhere, nowhere to be seen Where are you, Preacher? Leo's standing tall While you're counting the collection in the hall Where are you at all? [Verse 2] Pete knelt down at the Pentagon Prayed for "overwhelming violence" — carry on! Called it God's divine and holy plan Two thousand dead across the burning land The commanders told the troops — Jesus wants this fight Armageddon's coming, boys, go kill tonight And the Pastor nodded, said a little prayer For the troops, for Trump, for the red white air [Chorus] Where are you, Pastor? Where are you, Priest? Where are you, Preacher? Where are you, Pastor? The Pope is calling out the war machine But you're nowhere, nowhere to be seen Where are you, Preacher? Leo's standing tall While you're counting the collection in the hall Where are you at all? [Bridge — spoken, deadpan] The first American Pope — from Chicago of all places — stood up on Palm Sunday and said: "War is never holy." Your pastor heard it. Checked his donor list. Kept quiet. [Verse 3] JD Vance goes to Mass on Sunday morn Helps expand a war by Monday, good and torn Rubio lights his candle, says his prayers Then defends the bombing on the evening air The bishops wrote it down in black and white "We cannot stand by while they choose this fight" But your Pastor's nodding at the MAGA cross "God bless our bombs and God bless our boss" [Chorus] Where are you, Preacher? Where are you, Pastor? The Pope is calling out the war machine But you're nowhere, nowhere to be seen Where are you, Preacher? Leo's standing tall While you're counting the collection in the hall Where are you at all? [Outro —Leo stood on Palm Sunday Said what needed to be said You were home watching football While the kids in Iran bled God is in the suffering Not the bombs, not the guns So where are you, Preacher? Where. Are. You. [single piano note. silence.]

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