Church of Money

Church of Money

Come on in everybody
Worship with me at the church of money
We’ll give you more than you could ever ask for
But you’ve gotta check your morals at the door
Church is for God? What’s that you say?
Who needs God when you’ve got bills to pay!
I’ll build you a fortune on the backs of the poor
A house in the Hamptons? All that and more!
Come on in, you sir, come out of the cold
I promise you’ll leave with diamonds and gold
You too, young man, no need to cry
Even you are entitled to your slice of the pie
Come one come all, Sacramento to Detroit
There’s a capitalist system we all can exploit
Oh but wait just a second this sermon’s not free
There’s still the question of the nominal fee
Put down your wallet, return your change to its bowl
I’m not asking for much, just your soul