Can you hear the voice from the pulpit Telling you to live in poverty? Does the priest, who decorates himself with gold Want your money? And even though you suffer from hunger You will build the golden calf Your last penny You will give to the priest who never has enough! For a traitor you will build a cross of pure gold So the one who has been milking you for years Can proudly rot your stupidity Has been feeding their greed for ages The avaricious clergy Only thinks of how to rip you off On your back rides a priest With his hand in your wallet You will die a beggar, you fool like all good roman catholies You will give all your wealth to the church While you are still alive It never has enough, it feeds on your blood The coin on the collection plate alters your soul By selling your conscience you buy salvation Threatening you with hell they sell you heaven The jingle of coins speaks louder. Than the voice of YHVH Gold as payment for sin. Gold as payment for heaven You build the golden calf. Through you do not know it We used to have hospitals. How we have monasteries And fat priests. Who never have enough
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