Here's what Jesus said:
Try to do good works
Love God and your neighbor
And don't you be a jerk

But there's folks in the South
who have got it all wrong
They don't want blacks around
Still sing racist songs

They say Sunday morn's
a segregated day
They say "Stick with your kind
And we'll be okay"

In a beat up building
On the outskirts of town
They can dance and sing
With no blacks around

On a Sunday morn, see the pale-colored hands
Go up in the air, but they don't understand
On Sunday morn there's no room for hate
We're one Body of Christ, the church should integrate
They should come together, black and white as one
They must come together if they wanna worship God's Son

Get a load of those Jim Crow churches
Some un-Christian guys, those Jim Crow churches, oh no
On a Sunday morn, Jim Crow churches, those un-Christian guys
Jim Crow churches, those un-Christian guys, what they do isn't right

In a town with funny name, in the deep swampy South
They turn the message of our Savior, turn it inside out
Where did God say the blacks weren't as good as the whites?
He never said that at all, when will you get it right?
When will you be a-learning? It's 2012 you know!
You should all repent for the bad seeds you sow

Get a load of those Jim Crow churches
Some un-Christian guys, those Jim Crow churches, some un-Christian guys
Jim Crow churches, those un-Christian guys
On a Sunday morn, those un-Christian guys, what they do, what they do isn't right, oh

When will you be a-learning? It's 2012 you know!
You should all repent for the bad seeds you sow

And just stop being Jim Crow churches
Some un-Christian guys, those Jim Crow churches, some un-Christian guys
Jim Crow churches, those un-Christian guys