The priest speaks with fervor,
The priest speaks of God;
The priest speaks of leaders
Who are blasphemous clods.
He spoke about politics,
And God's perfect plans;
He condemns the government
To add more to God's fans.
The priest speaks with passion,
Agains tyrants of law;
Compares them to his savior,
Who has not a flaw.
He spoke of injustice,
And prejudiced fools;
And called them all demons,
The devil’s own tools.
The priest was done talking,
And a basket was passed;
To be filled up with glory,
Glorious, cold cash.
And great God in heaven,
Will need all the dough;
Cause the façade of salvation,
Needs funds for next show.
