You got your diamonds in your carry bag Two thousand dollar suit across your back You've got your mansion out on a millionaire's row Go all the places that the rich folks go Your Bible is a check book and your church is a bank You don't believe in charity and you don't give thanks For what you've got, brother that's a lot You lie and swindle and you steal and you cheat You throw widows and orphans right out on the street You say when it comes to business, it's alright to be tough You think your money's enough But you're praying to the wrong God mister You're living for your sensual pleasures and your evil desires Praying to the wrong God mister One of these days it's going to eat your flesh like fire, like fire Eat your flesh like fire When you need answers you don't go to the Lord You've got your tarot cards and ouija board You put your faith in scientology In fortune tellers and astrology You hate your neighbors and you cheat on your wife You say you'll make it up in your next life You say all roads lead to the mountain top You've got a long way to drop And you're praying to the wrong God mister Satan wants to blind you to the truth and tell you all is well And you're praying to the wrong God mister You're running down a highway leading you straight to Hell, to Hell You're headed straight to Hell You're praying to the wrong God mister Satan wants to blind you to the truth and tell you all is well And you're praying to the wrong God mister You're running down a highway leading you straight to Hell, to Hell You're headed straight for Hell Praying to the wrong God Praying to the wrong God Praying to the wrong God Praying to the wrong God Praying to the wrong God