I read in the bible you can't serve god and money
they passed the collection tray around
If you give it up, you'll pass through the needle's eye I thought
poor priest though got too fat, I wonder if he can go around
I see myself in a meatlocker
reborn an enslaved cow
heaven with ecstacy passed by me
and now in misery I drown
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