Everybody knows the right way to live
The preacher told me I'm a sinner
I have no money to prove my beliefs
I'm sure I have nothing to give them
The preacher said my God has left me
and everybody did agree
I'm so unholy with my pockets empty
I got my own God to believe
Everybody give their money for hope
The preacher sell his own religion
You have no money,-then you have no soul
You have no right to be forgiven
My own God!
The preacher's dead!
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