Lenders in the Temple

The church in the desert, like a purse stuffed with gold

Is surrounded by the hungry, the infirm and old

And though they make a show of sweeping scraps from their table

They stick it to the poor every chance that they're able

There's lenders in the temple

Jackals in the house of God

So me and this drifter broke in there for funds

We made out with the coppers as the clergy sat stunned

I said, "This mansion was built on the backs of the poor

So just pray for our souls as you lie on the floor"

There's lenders in the temple

Jackals in the house of God

The priest pulled a pistol as we ran out the door

I felt a bullet rip through me and I fell to the floor

My partner stopped to help and was shot several times

The money fell in the pool of blood, brains, and grime

There's lenders in the temple

Jackals in the house of God

The priest hit his knees like a man meant to pray

His vestments in gore, his beady eyes glazed

But he wasn't giving last rites to my friend growing cold

The cops swarmed around me as he clawed for his gold

Flip their tables, burn their notes

Let's string 'em up and slit their throats

There's lenders in the temple

There's lenders in the temple

There's lenders in the temple