Mind if I ask you a question
When did the government become your god
The one who you bow down to
Without a clue as you bobble head nod

With the promises of lifetime prosperity
While filling its collection plate up
Doesn't take a whole lot of faith
All I can say is I wish you good luck

As your gods power and greed indeed runs deep
Something the congregation should know
Taking you for all that you're worth
Leaving you little with no lasting hope

With its prophets of daily false promises
Lining the city streets
Holding up signs of the end times
Unless your god (the government) divinely intervenes

Making it hard to tell is this heaven or hell
Which side does your god stand on
Depends on the moment to whether they own it
And how far wrong they can spin it along

You're living a life of illusion
Religiously delusional at best
Which has me beg this question again
When did your god become the government