Heavenly bank account

And if these words you do not heed
Your pocketbook just kinda might recede
When some man comes along and claims a godly need
He will clean you out right through your tweed

That's right, remember
There is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over...

He's got twenty million dollars in his heavenly bank account
All from those chumps who was born again
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...

He's got seven limousines and a private plane
All for the use of his special friends
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...

He's got thousand-dollar suits and a wembley tie...
Girls love to stroke it while he's on the phone
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...

At the house of representatives, he's a groovy guy...
When he gives thanks, he is not alone...

He is dealin', he is really dealin'
Irs can't determine where the hook is

It is easy with the bible to pretend that you're in show biz
(And a-one, and a-two, and a...)

They won't get him, they will never get him
For the naughty stuff that he did

It is best in cases like this to pretend that you are stupid
(Doh...)

He's got presidential help all along the way
He says the grace while the lawyers chew
Oh yeah...
They sure do

And the governors agree to say: "he's a lovely man!"
He makes it easier for them to screw
All of you...
Yes, that's true!

'Cause he helps put the fear of God in the common man
Snatchin' up money everywhere he can
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...

He's got twenty million dollars in his heavenly bank account
You ain't got nothin', people
(Tax the churches!)
You ain't got nothin', people
(Tax the businesses owned by the churches!)
You ain't got nothin', people
Thank the man...
Oh yeah...

That's right
You ain't got nothin'
And they got it all
And your miserable ass
Is up against the wall
The only thing
You have not tried
It's the sport of chumps
And that's suicide