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'' It's Your Pockets They Love Relieving ''
Religions are but havens for sinners,
They love to invade your inners,
Ultimately they end up the winners,
By conning you into believing.
Faith is their weapon of choice,
False deities you mustn't rejoice,
The real one is a matter of choice,
Each one is a form of deceiving.
Commandments you are forced to obey,
To invisible Gods you must pray,
They say it keeps evil away,
Yet still there are murders and thieving.
If their rules you refuse to abide,
Believe me there's nowhere to hide,
Their threats can be really quite snide,
It's a dodgy tale they'll be weaving.
Ask them, where's your heavenly creator,
They bring out their main fabricator,
Who happens to be a human dictator,
More fantasies he'll be conceiving.
God and Satan are one and the same,
I ask you, what's in a name,
Well they both bring them fortune and fame,
' It's Your Pockets They Love Relieving '
They love to invade your inners,
Ultimately they end up the winners,
By conning you into believing.
Faith is their weapon of choice,
False deities you mustn't rejoice,
The real one is a matter of choice,
Each one is a form of deceiving.
Commandments you are forced to obey,
To invisible Gods you must pray,
They say it keeps evil away,
Yet still there are murders and thieving.
If their rules you refuse to abide,
Believe me there's nowhere to hide,
Their threats can be really quite snide,
It's a dodgy tale they'll be weaving.
Ask them, where's your heavenly creator,
They bring out their main fabricator,
Who happens to be a human dictator,
More fantasies he'll be conceiving.
God and Satan are one and the same,
I ask you, what's in a name,
Well they both bring them fortune and fame,
' It's Your Pockets They Love Relieving '
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`` It`s Your Pockets They Love Relieving ``
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