Screaming at your pretty believers
You sell the truth like a cheap deceiver
With your idiot conversation
Wash your hands in your tainted persuasion
Well, I don't like what I'm seeing
And I can't hear when you're screaming
Your greed is the only reason
You're sure to sell us out again
Fake man, you say you found a friend in Jesus
We're choking on the crumbs you feed us
For the price of gold in heaven
Well, I don't like what I'm seeing
And I can't hear when you're screaming
Your greed is the only reason
You're sure to sell us out again
You're sure to sell us out again
Well, I don't like what I'm seeing
And I can't hear when you're screaming
Your greed is the only reason
Well, I don't like what I'm seeing
And I can't hear when you're screaming
Your greed is the only reason
You're sure to sell us out again
You're sure to sell us out again
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