You fed them your lies and you stole all their earnings away
You made a market for those that want to be saved
What you're doing isn't something new Religion is an ancient form of revenue
Your pockets fill as you betray their trust Your gaudy cross encased in rust
The needy starve while you take your fill Eyes to the sky with your hand in the till
You spread the plague while you sell the cure, a modern day zealot entrepreneur
You take advantage of those who seek the help, by selling pardons from hell
Your scripture says give up what you own, but yet you preach from a golden throne
Without sin, they'd have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise
You lie You steal You'll be dragged down by your greed You're nothing more than a pious thief
You'll never admit, you only bow to the gilded profit
You spread the plague while you sell the cure, a modern day zealot entrepreneur
You take advantage of those who seek the help, by selling pardons from hell
Your scripture says give up what you own, but yet you preach from a golden throne
Without sin, they'd have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise
You hoard every dollar you find, but if you practiced what you preached you'd leave it all behind
You can't pull your riches through a needles eye You can't save us from a falling sky
You spread the plague while you sell the cure, a modern day zealot entrepreneur
You take advantage of those who seek the help, by selling pardons from hell
Your scripture says give up what you own, but yet you preach from a golden throne
Without sin, they'd have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise