Impaled on your cross I drink your blood I eat your body Celebration of hypocrisy I knock on heaven's door My welcome is d**h You take profit of my poverty For your wealth Blessed is the cross Dead is the body You pray stupid prayers As I'm dying at the door The door of the lord's house The lord of the money As the preacher said Blessed be god I hadn't time to pray 'Cause he was stabbing me I was no good for the church As I had not enough money To pay for my prayers And become a good christian lamb My money is your blood My ignorance is your body