Rackets & Drapes - Dead Horse Lyrics
Garbage man from door to doorYou serve the rich and skip the poorCause they beg and borrowRedemption draweth near you saySalvation has a price todayWorks without faith is deadMoney, Money makes us cleanThe more you give, the more receivedOn Sunday, Sunday, SundayBuying faith to heal our scarsSalvations on a credit cardYou are selling GodDead horseJesus paid the price for sinAnd that is how your cashing inSermon on the profitsCan the streets be made of goldWhen your house is StyrofoamGlass will cut through diamondsRound and round the basket goesThen buy your wife new Barbie clothesBoth of them are plasticStealing money from the foolsAnd build yourself a new swimming poolBut its full of gasolineDead horse