A soapbox opera

I hear, only what I want to hear
But, I have to believe in something
Have to believe in just one thing
I said Father Washington, you're all mixed up
Collecting sinners in an old tin cup
Well, spare a listen for a restless fool
There's something missing when I reed your rules

Well hey there, You tell me you're a holy man
But, although I'm just a beginner
I don't see you as the winner
I said, Sister Robinson, you're all washed up
Collecting teardrops in a paper cup
If I could tell you what you need to know
If I could help you to get on with the show

Reverend Ebenezer, there's a storm in my head
Makes me hear what you said, just wasn't true
So, what have I to do?
Well, what has he to do?
Oh, what is there to do?
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Mary, oh tell me what I'm living for
'Cause I feel like I'm tossed in the river
Have you a son to deliver
I said, Father Washington, you're all mixed up
Collecting sinners in an old tin cup
You tell the children what they need to know
But will they listen when it's time to go

Oh, Sister Robinson, you're all mixed up
Collecting teardrops in a paper cup
Can someone tell me what I need to know
Can someone help me to get on with the show