[Intro] [Instrumental] [Intensity: 3/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] [Verse 1] [Vocal: Talk-singing] [Intensity: 4/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] He wears a thousand dollar suit and a smile made of glass, Telling the poor folks their poverty's gonna pass. Just send in your seed and watch the garden grow, While he’s reaping the harvest from the seeds they sow. [Verse 2] [Vocal: Rhythmic Baritone] [Intensity: 5/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] He quotes the Good Book like he wrote every word, But the cry of the hungry is a sound he never heard. He builds a golden steeple reaching for the sky, Selling tickets to a heaven that money can't buy. [Chorus 1] [Vocal: Full Voice] [Intensity: 7/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] Oh, you’re trading the Gospel for a pocket full of gold, Selling off the Spirit for the stories that you’ve told. You’ve turned the house of prayer into a den of thieves, But God don’t take no kickbacks from the web that you weave. [Verse 3] [Vocal: Gravelly] [Intensity: 6/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] The widow gives her last dime to keep the lights on bright, While you’re flying in a silver bird through the dark of night. You say the Lord wants you to live like a king, But I remember a Carpenter who didn’t own a thing. [Chorus 2] [Vocal: Full Voice] [Intensity: 7/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] Yeah, you’re trading the Gospel for a pocket full of gold, Selling off the Spirit for the stories that you’ve told. You’ve turned the house of prayer into a den of thieves, But God don’t take no kickbacks from the web that you weave. [Bridge] [Vocal: Growling Lows] [Intensity: 8/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] There’s a fire that’s coming that no silver can quench, A judgment day's a-waiting for that velvet-lined bench. You can hide behind the pulpit, you can hide behind the cross, But the Master’s coming back to count up the loss. [Instrumental Solo] [Intensity: 6/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] [Verse 4] [Vocal: Spoken-word style] [Intensity: 5/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] So keep on counting your silver, keep on stacking your gain, But remember the thorns and the blood and the pain. When the curtain is pulled and the truth is revealed, Your fate by your own greedy hand will be sealed. [Chorus 3] [Vocal: Powerful/Climactic] [Intensity: 9/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] Oh, you’re trading the Gospel for a pocket full of gold, Selling off the Spirit for the stories that you’ve told. You’ve turned the house of prayer into a den of thieves, And God don’t take no kickbacks from the web that you weave! [Outro] [Vocal: Soft Growl] [Intensity: 2/10] [Inflection: 5/10] [FX: Wizard Generated] No, He don't take no kickbacks... Not from a thief like you. Amen.
