Easy Money, False Prophet

Buddy Christ making bank in stereo
Snowy static on my wavelength
Agent of God somehow immaculately in the Know
Public relations not your greatest strength

More suited you are for breaking rock with a pick axe
Like all crooks and assorted messianistic hacks
Collection plate passed down each and every row
Tollbooth at Heaven's Gate requires a hefty tax

While a saviour of souls you purport yourself to be
Whoring your services to Jesus supposedly for free
Living in the lap of luxury is the righteously fervent
Beneath the grand illusion of an indentured servant

You fight tooth and nail to save only your own skin
From the vow of poverty meant to exempt you from sin
I foresmell a seasoned crispy critter roasting on a spit
Give up the Holy Ghost and just get on with it

To Hell with you
FALSE PROPHET
Give it up
Just stop it

To Hell with you
FALSE PROPHET
Give it up
For once in your life be honest

Witness your deception as you try to turn a profit
Pawning our sins in redemptive expectation
As if you ever the power to spare us from damnation
Whatever gave you such a ridiculus inclination

Nothing if not subtle are your blatant hypocrisies
Turning people further away from God towards heresies
You are His own worst enemy next to the Lord of Lies, Satan
The irony is that you'll be in good company then

To Hell with you
FALSE PROPHET
Give it up
Quit pretending

The lower you go
The swifter the descending
The fabrications, guilt tactics, the fiction
From thine own mouth comes yet another contradiction
Fallen angels like pennies from Heaven
Consumed by the friction hit the ground the hardest
I would gladly make a contribution
If for once in your life you'd just be honest