Song 1458: title not recovered, by Baptist Death Ray (archived)
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Lyrics
Fire from the mouth of a Pharisee, preaching to a back-street sinner on a back-alley convent. Pharisee a good man, big man, strong man, no one ever thinks to wonder where the money went. "Need a little cash to save this nation, pass that plate around the congregation." Pharisee pulling on a diamong ring as the congregation laughs and the choirboys sing "amen." "Gotta play the game if you wanna go to heaven" say the Pharisee, "Maybe you should read my book." We can cover up your sins with a fast-track kickback, economy can separate a saint from a crook. Better hurry up and pay me son, ferry won't wait for everyone." Shadowed by a two-bit right-wing lockjaw broken-cross platform standing on a big, big lie. Pharisee preaching from a corporate platter selling cheap salvation in the back of a pew. "Hey little girl can't save your soul but if you're good I can think of something else we can do. We can hide it all from the light of the day, sweet sixteen and ready to play, no use waiting for the curtain to fall, what God doesn't know isn't gonna hurt me at all."
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