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So I brought my sinful soul to the house of the Lord Looking for repentance But I found the altar tainted by the prophets of Hell Whose sole desire was the dollar And to them it was a force deemed almighty No souls to be saved today Oh, no souls Only heaps of money to be gained After all, was it not Divine Right which dictates The preacher should afford: An air - conditioned dog house for Fido's eccentric delight And expensive manicures for his cat, Given weekly by Pierre de France No souls to be saved today Oh, no souls Only our desire to rake your money, And when it hurts the most, To leave you flat Most especially when you need the hope.
� 1993 Frank Cadillac |
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