Preacher, Preacher

Preacher tell me no lies

Send me more money

Or else I will die

You go to church every day

Trying to find god

So you give them your pay

I'll tell you evil

Yet I do no wrong

Chapter fifteen

Let's sing another song

Have my own show

Even make videos

Just more money

To stick up my nose

He's not afraid to lie

Greed is the reason why

My wife's recovering from coke

I buy it for my family

But I'll never go broke

People come for help they say

You take their money

And you send them away

I have a few billion

Not much to me

I need a lot more

Thanks to my greed

Have fourteen houses

And fifteen cars

Lay back in my mansion

And watch people starve