Well out on the corner I heard em gray(?)
They deal in prescription amphetamines
And you count your fingers and you shake their hands
'cause they'll steal your wealth as fast as as they can
You can't trust em'
Their souls are lost. They keep taking Jesus back off-a the cross
Lightning won't strike 'em and the cops won't bust 'em
And all I know, all I know, is you can't trust 'em
In their ivory tower, they swing and they sway
as they count up the hours til you can't pay
And your worth is paid and your presence is rated
and all of their interest is calculated
You can't trust em'
Their souls are lost. They keep taking Jesus back off-a the cross
Lightning won't strike 'em and the cops won't bust 'em
And all I know, all I know, is you can't trust 'em
They'll softly pray beneath their steeples
They're selling souls and they're dealing people
The choir will sing, while we lay (?)
Quietly they'll take everything you have
You can't trust em'
Their souls are lost. They keep taking Jesus back off-a the cross
Lightning won't strike 'em and the cops won't bust 'em
And all I know, all I know, is you can't trust 'em