It’s Sunday I have to go to Church
It’s Sutarday “Shabbat Shalom” to you
It’s Friday it’s time to go to pray
But please just let me say

We only have one God above
that loves us so much more,
than our hate and prejudice
so please just let me say

I’m saying this for you
Ma petite, mon amour
You were born in a land of trouble
So I think you better know
The only difference between us all
Remains in our hearts
There’s just two kinds of people
The good and the bad ones

There’s no religion, no color of skin
There’s no education, rank, or social class
If only we would look in each other’s eyes
trying to step in each other’s shoes, we could realize so very soon that we all have something to say

We only have one God above
That loves us so much more
than our hate and prejudice
so please just let me say

Religion is the darkest place where a man could hide himself
Running behind your mother’s skirt will always get you through the day
but you don’t even know if that
If that’s the only way
Religion is the darkest place where a man could hide himself
Religion is, religion is the darkest place.