Religion serves a purpose
This I realize
But when they organize
Is when [bad word] 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 money's 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 [bad word] 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