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