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