Mammon

O Holy Father

Divine Provider

Grant me my prayer

All I desire

It's been a long, long time since you faced the truth

You haven't heard the voice of god since your wasted youth

Faith of your father, holy faith

In the dollar almighty and the tithing plate

And you'd like to rub my face in it

Your god, your god

And you'd like to rub my face in it

Your god, your god, your god is Mammon

Pew after pew in the house of the lord

Nod their heads at the sermon while they mind the store

And their holiest book is a PDA

It's got god's cell number if you find time to pray

And you'd like to rub their face in it

Your god, your god

Even though you have no faith in it

Your god is Mammon, your god is dead

And you rage and fume at the godless ones

Cause they don't understand how the company runs

And they think it's the money that you care about

You pretend to be offended when they figure it out

Tell me what kind of heaven do you think awaits

When your ass is too fat to fit the pearly gates?

It's like the eye of a needle and a limosine

Paradise is set aside for the less obscene

You only care for the power that the lucre brings

And you have no love for any living thing, save Mammon

And you'd like to rub our face in it