Religion serves a purpose, this I realize
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But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
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The crimes upon the weak, and the crimes upon the poor,
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Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
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And buckets full of water, are placed at the door,
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And they call them holy; you get your moneys worth
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What it's worth, oh I'll tell you what it's worth.
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Cause they go home rich, we go home to repent.
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So let's stop feeding the rich, they've got enough to live.
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Oh let's stop feeding the rich; they've got enough to live.
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I waste my time, another rhyme, or another page,
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cause I won't be afraid and I can't be ashamed of my life,
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or my past mistakes.
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Cause they go home rich; we go home to repent.
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So let's stop feeding the rich, they've got enough to live.
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Let's stop feeding the rich; they've got enough to live.
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Religion serves a purpose, this I realize,
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But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
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Crimes upon the weak, crimes upon the poor,
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Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
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Buckets full of water are placed at the door and they call them holy
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you get your money's worth. What it's worth, oh I'll tell you what it's worth.
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Oh let's stop feeding the rich; they've got enough to live.
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Let's stop feeding the rich; they've got enough to live.
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Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding.
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Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding the Rich.
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Feeding The Rich
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