Ian Thomas - These Are Not Gods lyrics

You make a president, some guy, you never met He's like a holy man, on your TV set You got your rock n' roller, on guitar he's a wiz Playing songs of social conscience That's where the money is These are not gods that you bow down to (Never on a Sunday) These are only people doing what they do Mix a little money... Add a little fame... Another god, there's a new one every day You got your beautiful woman Don't know what to say to her So you don't say nothin'... to these people you defer? Like the preacher preaching Into greener pastures he leads With his hand in your pocket... taking what you need These are not gods