In the beginning, man wondered to himself: Why, oh why are we here? And yet, with each asking of this question The answer would become even less clear Overwhelmed by fear, distraction took it's place And so it was, in the world's first shelter That we began the human race The human race to fill up more and more empty space Oh, how we loved, the human race
Until one day this one guy said to this other guy, he said: Hey, have you seen that guy over there? He's got more than everybody else has got To me, that don't seem fair Well, the second guy agreed with the first guy Everybody else did too Til they all got so worked up, they figured There was something they just had to do: Divide his things up among each other After they killed him of course They could see no real good reason not to just Take what they wanted by force When they found him he said: Hey, wait a minute fellas, I wouldn't kill me just now You can see that I've got more than any of you Have ever got, wouldn't you first at least like to know how? And with that, he had their attention And with that, he went on loud and clear, he said: You all know how long we've all wondered Why, oh why are we here? Well today I'm gonna tell ya all about it I'm gonna teach ya about sufferin' and bliss I'm gonna teach y'all a little bout Heaven and Hell And the God that gave me all this God gave me this because I'm humble And he can do the same for you too But if you're seekin' his love and affection What you're doin' is the last thing I'd do He sends killers to hellfire, both here and eternally The good live forever in a place called Heaven God told me this personally
Who you gonna trust if you can't trust me?
So unless you want suffering and heartache Unless you want trouble and fear You better find some kinda way to humble yourself May I suggest helpin' me clean up around here? 'Course I could pay ya a little bit a money But more importantly God would see And if He sees you workin' humbly Some day he may give you what he's given me
Well the crowd just didn't know what to do with that Nor could they prove what he said wasn't true And since he had what everyone else thought they wanted It seemed like the thing to do And with that we rolled into the future And ain't it a son of a bitch To think that we would still need religion To keep the poor from killin' the rich?