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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suicidal Tendencies
Suicidal Tendencies
Performer
Mike Clark
Mike Clark
Guitar
M. Muir
M. Muir
Vocals
Dean Pleasants
Dean Pleasants
Guitar
Brooks Wackerman
Brooks Wackerman
Drums
Josh Paul
Josh Paul
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Muir
M. Muir
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Suicidal Tendencies
Suicidal Tendencies
Producer
MARK DODSON
MARK DODSON
Producer
Chris Steinmetz
Chris Steinmetz
Additional Engineer
Brian Scheuble
Brian Scheuble
Additional Engineer
Greg Goldman
Greg Goldman
Additional Engineer
Andy Udoff
Andy Udoff
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Lights... Camera... Silence on the set... Tape rolling... 3-2-1 action Welcome to the Church of Suicidal We'll have a sermon and a wonderful recital But before we go on there's something I must mention An important message I must bring to your attention I was in meditation and prayer last night I was awakened by a shining bright light Overhead a glorious spirit, he gave me a message and you all Need to hear it Send me your money That's what he said, he said to Send me your money Now if you can only send a dollar or two There ain't a hell of a lot I can promise to you But if you want to see heaven's door Make out a check for five hundred or more Send me your money Do you hear what I said? Send me your money Now give me some bass, um yea that's how we like it Now give me some silence, for all you sinners Now give me more bass, yea that was funky Now take them on home Brother Clark Send me your money Here comes another con hiding behind a collar His only god is the almighty dollar He ain't no prophet, he ain't healer He's just a two bit goddamn money stealer Send me your money Send it, you got to send it Send me your money You hear what I'm saying? You gotta send it Send it, send me your money Now how much you give is your own choice But to me it's the difference between a Porsche and a Rolls Royce I want you to make it hurt when you dig into your pocket Cause it makes me feel so good to watch my profits rocket Send me your money Now dig in deep, dig real deep into your pocket I want you to make it hurt We'll take cash, we'll take checks We'll take credit cards, we'll take jewelry We'll take your momma's dentures if they got gold in them So whose gonna be the next king of the fakers Whose gonna take the place of Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker? See my momma, she didn't raise no fool Cause you can't put a price on a miracle Amen
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