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