F-Bomb Sermon Series & Rage Against the Machine at Elevation "Church"??

Below is a video of the "worship" segment of the most recent service at Elevation Church. This is the song by Rage Against the Machine entitled Bulls on parade. This song was sung to help kick off Elevation's new sermon series F-Bomb.

To their credit the folks at Elevation tried to clean up the lyrics a bit in an effort to "christianize" them. (The original lyrics to the song are posted below the video for reference) But the question still needs to be asked, what business do these types of songs have being 'performed' in a church service? God's Holy Word and His Holy Bride don't need gutter music and innuendo to make them relevant. In fact, adorning the bride of Christ, with these worldly methods makes her look like nothing more than a cheap whore.

We'd be wise to take a closer look at God's word and really come to grips with what James 4:4 means. It states, "You adulterous people, don't you know that friendship with the world is hatred toward God? Anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God."

Bulls On Parade from Elevation Worship on Vimeo.

Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha f*** off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold now empty ya purse

they rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Linin' to the mind cemetery now
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!