Send Me Your Money

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 Welcome to the Church of Suicidal
 We'll have a sermon and a wonderful recital
 But before we go on there's something I must mention
 An important message I must bring to your attention
 I was in meditation and prayer last night
 I was awakened by a shining bright light
 Overhead a glorious spirit, he gave me a message and you all
 need to hear it
 Send me your money
 That's what he said, he said to
 Send me your money
 Now if you can only send a dollar or two
 There ain't a hell of a lot I can promise to you
 But if you want to see heaven's door
 Make out a check for five hundred or more
 Send me your money
 Do you hear what I said?
 Send me your money
 Now give me some bass, um yea that's how we like it
 Now give me some silence, for all you sinners
 Now give me more bass, yea that was funky
 Now take them on home Brother Clark
 Send me your money
 Here comes another con hiding behind a collar
 His only god is the almighty dollar
 He ain't no prophet, he ain't healer
 He's just a two bit goddamn money stealer
 Send me your money
 Send it, you got to send it
 Send me your money
 You hear what I'm saying?
 You gotta send it
 Send it, send me your money
 Now how much you give is your own choice
 But to me it's the difference between a Porsche and a Rolls Royce
 I want you to make it hurt when you dig into your pocket
 Cause it makes me feel so good to watch my profits rocket
 Send me your money
 Now dig in deep, dig real deep into your pocket
 I want you to make it hurt
 We'll take cash, we'll take checks
 We'll take credit cards, we'll take jewelry
 We'll take your momma's dentures if they got gold in them
 So whose gonna be the next king of the fakers
 Whose gonna take the place of Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker?
 See my momma, she didn't raise no fool
 Cause you can't put a price on a miracle
 Amen