No Point

No point in going to church to pray on sunday If you take from others though to you they don't owe For the god that you believe in won't forgive you If to come by money you can stoop so low. No point in trying to give this false impression That all is well with you and with your life If you come from the pub and before your children In a fit of drunken cowardice punch your wife. No point in telling others that you're a good man If you are not a good man in your heart It's like somebody saying that he's an artist And he not knowing the first thing about art. No point in telling others of your greatness If they don't wish to know how great you are Remember you don't impress everybody When you drive around in an expensive car. As it has been proved many of the wealthiest people Are not the most compassionate and kind They do not seem to worry about others And to the plight of the less fortunate seem blind. No point in boasting to me of your greatness Of how you are the newest millionaire Tell that to someone who is more impressionable For I am one of those who do not care.