I saw the plastic Christians,

 They went to church today.

 They had such happy faces,

'Cause the Game: it must be played.

 I saw the plastic Christians, 

 They're Satan's favorite tool.

 They act like if you love the Lord,

 You must act like a fool.

 I saw the plastic Christians,

 They must be so afraid.

 And if they really met their God,

 They would be quite amazed.

 I saw the plastic Christians,

 No one sees how they hurt-

 Mom drinks again, the kids in rooms,

 Dad simply lives at work.

 I saw the plastic Christians, and

 In hard times they will melt.

 With Dad's affair, Mom's lack of care.

 The children in their hell.

Disclaimer: Originally written by Heather