Clean Up Your Own Backyard

Back porch preacher preaching at me
 Acting like he wrote the golden rules
 Shaking his fist and speeching at me
 Shouting from his soap box like a fool
 Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
 With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
 Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
 Heading for Sunday school
 Clean up your own backyard (Amen)
 Oh don't you hand me none of your lines (Hallelujah)
 Clean up your own backyard
 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
 (Clean it up mister, clean it up mister)
 Drugstore cowboy criticizing
 Acting like he's better than you and me
 Standing on the sidewalk supervising
 Telling everybody how they ought to be
 Come closing time 'most every night
 He locks up tight and out go the lights
 And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
 With his employee
 Clean up your own backyard (Amen)
 Oh don't you hand me none of your lines (Hallelujah)
 Clean up your own backyard
 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
 (Clean it up mister, clean it up mister)
 Armchair quarterback's always moanin'
 Second guessing people all day long
 Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
 Always messing where they don't belong
 When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
 Isn't it a pity that in this big city
 Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
 He could have been a little bit wrong
 Clean up your own backyard (Amen)
 Oh don't you hand me, don't you hand me none of your lines (Hallelujah)
 Clean up your own backyard
 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
 (Clean it up mister, clean it up mister)
 Clean up your own backyard
 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine.