Money For A Good Mood Lyrics & Chords By Insinnerator

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 class
The more the cameras, the more he's right, wave your hand and pass
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
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