Heavenly Tax Lyrics


The gold comes out of their pockets

Holy sermons from his crimes

fuckers of the childrens

they lie and still keep

talking about morality

hidden behind his cross

they should take it

and shove it up their ass

to have the excitement

they need like

the profane they are

another day in the temple

another wallet to empty

from the sheep's of flock

they have special powers

because for all your wounds

they have the cure of wellness

with his empty words

bleeding by the gods

take his expensive cars

with your taxes every sunday

Hypnotized you will obey

all the words they say

and all your money

out of your pocket will be erase