Believe in me - send no money...
Died on the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends are making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey.
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke
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