I thought I knew my Bible

Went to church and heard it read

Now I’m hearing all these money Christians saying

Words that Jesus never said.

They say that money makes you holy

They forgot the way is straight

They think the angels check your folio

Before they let you in through the gate

CH:

I’d rather stand in line with the suffering poor

Than ride in a limo with the filthy rich

I’d rather listen to the dogs howling at the moon

Than hear one more hypocrite preacher’s pitch

I’d rather drink dirty water from a muddy stream

Than sip champagne with the filthy rich

I’d rather dream revolution’s troubled dream

Than be some wall street banker’s bitch.  

All these open-carry pilgrims

Toting guns against the state

Think that God gave them dominion

and Jesus died to save their hate

And these cold-hearted losers

Who disdain all those who learn

Are always voting for the jokers

Who just want to see them burn.

Repeat CH.

And all these happy boozhie Buddhists

Who think enlightenment’s a win,

The extent of their compassion

Is to forgive themselves their sins.

And these bling slinging bangers,

Little princes of the glam,

Think that selling rock and women

Is their revenge against the man.