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O Holy FatherDivine ProviderGrant me my prayerAll I desireIt's been a long, long time since you faced the truthYou haven't heard the voice of god since your wasted youthFaith of your father, holy faithIn the dollar almighty and the tithing plateAnd you'd like to rub my face in itYour god, your godAnd you'd like to rub my face in itYour god, your god, your god is MammonPew after pew in the house of the lordNod their heads at the sermon while they mind the storeAnd their holiest book is a PDAIt's got god's cell number if you find time to prayAnd you'd like to rub their face in itYour god, your godEven though you have no faith in itYour god is Mammon, your god is deadAnd you rage and fume at the godless onesLetras de cancionesCause they don't understand how the company runsAnd they think it's the money that you care aboutYou pretend to be offended when they figure it outTell me what kind of heaven do you think awaitsWhen your ass is too fat to fit the pearly gates?It's like the eye of a needle and a limosineParadise is set aside for the less obsceneYou only care for the power that the lucre bringsAnd you have no love for any living thing, save MammonAnd you'd like to rub our face in it From Letras Mania