Your pastors need handouts much more than the homeless
So give God your wallet so they can erect mansions
So here they come, those snakes in holes
Waiting to strike
The Bible at their side
Claim love, spread hate
Your leaders need children all for their sick pleasures
And keep them in the fold all to line their bill fold
So here they come, those spiders
Catching prey for injection
Do not drink their venom
God's love spreads hate
No promises of an afterlife
No promises of paradise
So here they come those, rabid wolves
Waiting to strike
Don't let them in your head
Don't let them in