You get out of bed, put your better clothes
Brush your teeth and go out to the church
Walking down the streets
Misery is not surprise
But despite all this, you shut your eyes
You kiss the priest's hand
And bend your knees to pray
Cry before the cross, this game
You know how to play
Here, where Jesus cries, and anybody sees
But even one realizes, doesn't mind
Here, where Jesus cries, and anybody cares
Because moneys is what matter everywhere
He goes up to the pulpit
And speaks in serene voice
But no donation, no salvation
There's no choice
He says, Holy Ghost needs you, to pay our bills
And your reward will be the heavenly hills
You kiss the Pastor's hands
And bend your knees to pray
Cry before the crowd, this game, you know how to play
Here, where Jesus cries, and anybody sees
But even one realizes, doesn't mind
Here, where Jesus cries, and anybody cares
Because moneys is what matter everywhere