Look in the eyes of the rich man Deep down in his pockets you'll find He's no better then you Creating his debts of sorrow Go higher each day Making a living by taking That's what we call greed While those hungry and lonely Go wasting away Lying Deceiver Giving us silver taking our gold It's getting old Lying Deceiver You lie to yourself You lie to your soul Prophets of tv and airwaves Oh they look all the same Breaching the sign of salvation Is that really the truth? Riding the gold plated temples With a fine limousine Living on sinners donations Is not what the good book means Lying Deceiver Giving us silver taking our gold It's getting old Lying Deceiver You lie to yourself You lie to your soul Open your cold blooded heart Before it slips through your hands Time is of essence my friend Put your name on the dotted line Well here is a pen If you want to sign in blood Take hold of my blade Fortune and fame is part of the game So play it well High priced mansions and beautiful girls Got you by the throat Lying Deceiver Giving us silver taking our gold It's getting old Lying Deceiver You lie to yourself You lie to your soul Open your cold blooded heart Before it slips through your hands