Young Writers Society

Jesus visits Wall Street. And boy is he in for a suprise:

[Verse 1]
Woe to the rich man,
but I guess that's not how it went down.
Here everybody where's a big crown.
All of them damned.

Claim to be with the lord.
Sunday everybody's in the pew.
Mark and Look at faith untrue
in the infidelic horde.

[Chorus]
Ambition high in Sinai,
driving up the wall.
Camels try to fit through the needle's eye
they got too much stock in their hump.

Buffeting the Warden.
Anyone they can trump.
Not one for all but all for one,
worshiping the golden bull.

[Verse 2]
A metal image,
doesn't anybody know their duty?
Moe went days oh so thirsty,
oh the lord's rage.

Pedestrians
beaten and whipped into Exodus.
Pharaoh's neglect oh so malicious
apathy brings the slave to their end!

[Chorus]
[Bass solo]
[Bridge]
Everybody here
got a fancy car
got a fancy suit
got a fancy hat
got a fancy wife.

People look at me
like I'm full of strife
like Paul in the Acts
like I got too much wit
like I'm from another star.

Damned to the fire.
Hell and brimstone dire.

[Guitar Solo]
[Politicians/businessmen talking about god in the background]
Gimme
Gimme
Gimme
Gimme
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Worshiping the Golden Bull.