Insinnerator - Money For A Good Mood lyrics

Ripping you off blind The worst of any kind Destruction of the Faith Showing all the hate Ripping you off blind The worst of any kind Preachers claim to save As they rob their graves Money! For a good mood! Preachers! Make you pay their dues! Tithe! All across the land! Cash! In the preachers hand! Place his hands upon your head, so they'll save your soul But, only after you give them money, to pay their evil toll The more the herd the more the control, divide into a cla** The more the cameras, the more he's right, wave your hand and pa** Ripping you off blind The worst of any kind Buy off your sins Watch as he grins Corruption of the mind Put you in a bind What once was mine Is now the worst kind Chorus Repeat first verse We are fined For the preachers crime Corruption of the faith Showing all the hate Now not so humble TV preacher crumble What once was mine Is now the worst kind Chorus