Mr. Preacher on the TV screen tells me that he knows just what I need,
He's been there before, and back again, but with that fancy suit I find it hard to believe,
Says the Lord will be so faithful and that he'll protect as long as I am faithful with my monthly cheque,
I've never sent him my money, I probably never will,
Guess that means I live my life on the edge, oh well.
Preacher, your time will come,
Lead the church for a steady income,
You can bet, won't forget,
I'd tie a millstone around your neck.
His nothingness on a simple throne,
Christ mediates for God, and Christ alone,
Another man in a ridiculous hat, held accountable for the seeds he's sown,
Cancel the tours and the material things,
The people bowing to you they're and kissing your rings,
Guide them to their knees, ask for forgiveness today,
Cast no doubt as to what they need.
Pope John, your time will come,
Lead the church for a steady income,
You can bet, won't forget,
I'd tie a millstone around your neck.
