Pass the basket
Give your money to the church and save your soul
Repent for your sins
And straight to Heaven you shall go
The promise land is waiting for you
With pillars of gold and bright, misty hue

He was a troubled man and grew up rather poor
But one day he walked through a twenty foot door
He saw the marble statues, and a basket of ore
He knew he wouldn't have to work as a slave anymore

He read the Good Book and he memorized each verse
At his sermon the people emptied their purse
He criticized the queers with great piousity
Reject the Devil's work and set your soul free

Someday all the sinners of the world shall pay
For the rapture shall cleanse this world on Judgement Day
And his congregation jumped up and screamed
For the glory of the Unseen
And the preacher then spoke in tongues
Glory Hallelujah!

At the Vatican the gold statues decorate the walls
While the poor starve in the streets and disease still sprawls
The preacher spoke a word for humanity
As a hundred bombs dropped on a hundred cities

Live your lives in fear the Apocalypse is near
Why fix our problems now? We're leaving in three years
He told all his followers to pick up their guns
And kill in the name of the Holy Son