Lyrics

The prophet born again The Bibie in his hand With fire and brimstone eyes. The saviour on TV with tax immunity Donations exorcized. Who are these men in their ivory towers Not heaven sent No No. Worshipping greed in the name of Jesus Save our souls! In some other world you'd be branded as thieves Thrown to your knees and made to answer. In some different time they would lock you away As mad men I'd say Amen. Behind the public smile the politicians guile So vain and powerful. Elected for his hair by people unaware It's unbelievable. Brothers in arms robbing the future Shining in childrens eyes. Shame on this world Shame on our country Shame on you. In some other world you'd be branded as thieves . . . We built you an altar instead of an outcast We made you a king respected and wealthy The verdict is in The jury is guilty. Worshipping greed in the name of Jesus Shame on you! In some other world you'd be branded as thieves . . . In some other world you'd be branded as thieves . . .
Writer(s): Andrew Gold, Graham Gouldman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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