Can your hear the voice from the pulpit
Telling you to live in poverty?
Does the priest, who decorates himself with gold
Want your money?
And even though you suffer from hunger
You will build the golden calf
Your last penny
You will give to the priest who never has enough!
For a traitor you will build a cross of pure gold
So the one who has been milking you for years
Can proudly rot your stupidity
Has been feeding their greed for ages
The avaricious clergy
Only thinks of how to rip you off
On your back rides a priest
With his hand in your wallet
You will die a beggar, you fool like all good roman catholics
You will give all your wealth to the church
While you are still alive
It never has enough, it feeds on your blood
The coin on the collection plate alters your soul
By selling your conscience you buy salvation
Threatening you with hell they sell you heaven
The jingle of coins speaks louder. Than the voice of YHVH
Gold as payment for sin. Gold as payment for heaven
You build the golden calf. Though you do not know it
We used to have hospitals. Now we have monasteries
And fat priests. Who never have enough
Not enough... Not enough... |
