(I thought the English were quiet and reserved...is that not the case?)
There was a time in Christendom: the road to God was hard to tread...'til charlatans in leisure suits saw dollars dancing in their heads.
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
Need I even say?
You don't owe me nothing.
I heard her say she struck a deal: her faith will bring in money bags,
I'm heading for the mercy seat; my goodness looks like dirty rags.
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
Need I even say?
You don't owe me nothing,
Why did you give it anyway?
I know you'll give me what I need; they say I need a shopping mall,
I claim the victory over greed, Lord Jesus, I surrender all.
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
Need I even say?
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
You don't owe me nothing,
Need I even say?
You don't owe me nothing,
Why did you give it anyway?
