Preach about the heavens somewhere beyond the stars Teach the ones who still believe, how to live or die
Tell them you know what god is and what he wants to gain Tell them you know what they need, and can reduce their pain! Make them pay and believe, use your special charm And you will get the god you serve onto your bank account.
The pain is what you are trading with On their misery will you earn A paper god, the only you've got And a shrine of screens to spread the Word
On every given Sunday the show is going on Can't wait to count the money after the crowd has gone
But first turn on the lights, start singing loud Praise the Lord our saviour he will surely come Hide your malice behind a smile so wide And you will get the god you serve on your bank account.
I see through you I know the reason why They believe you And your disgusting liesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
