To hide the true fact that he lives like a whore
Christ dies on the street with no food to eat
When pastors rob beggars with sermons’ implore
His church has a train and a restaurant too
Telling the people just what they should do
To abandon their friends, this he recommends
If they be a Hindu or Moslem or Jew
Money changers in the temple most high
They steal from the poor so the poor must rely
On the whims of the great who will always forsake
The true kin of God who must suffer and die
Their worship a noise, a horrid tumult
Offensive to God, to Love an insult
Their babble’s elation sans interpretation
Words without love, such a pallid old cult
And should your afflictions dare to show face
Or sully their comfort or burden their pace
They judge you and spit and then call you shit
And strip you naked of all of God’s grace
Basking in gold from the ones they’ve raided
And then they condemn us pretending they’re jaded
Throwing their slurs, reality blurs
And the role of the church becomes every goal faded
Remember to give them your payslip to tell
Before you forgot all your tithing as well
In case they expel you and drive you to hell
Neglecting the price of the God that they sell
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