The stage is set my friends for the play that
never ends -
this comedy we call the Church Bizzare,
once you enetr you are bound to find salvation by
the pound,
assured the more you pay the nearer God you are.

Your mouth so paralysed with fear you dare not
speak,
your eyes so blind and hypnotised you cannot weep,
so blinkered to reality that you no longer care,
that profit is the prophet of corruption and
despair.

Bring on the dancers - bring on the clowns,
who invite you to ride on their merry-go-rounds,
they make the money and they make the rules,
you 'Born-Again-Christians' are born again fools.

[THE EVANGELIST PRAYER:]
God of wealth and God of might guide me to your
paradise,
for many lives were bought and sold that
I may walk your streets of gold,
though my heart is cold and still I rest
in peace my pockets filled,
and bear the smile of one who knows
through God's Love my cup overflows.

A 'salvation salesman's dream -
guillible to the extreme,
easy pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',
of these charlatans and theives whose
delight is to decieve - all the fools who
still believe they really care.

And if all the Devil's minions were let loose to
do their will,
I think they'd be hard pressed to match in
diabolic skill,
the wickedness and treachery of this evangelic
horde,
who sheler their corruption with the banner of
their Lord.

The curtain never falls on the show that has it
all,
taken in you can't begin to see their lies,
for the people who are clapping are the ones
who will be laughing at your fate,
they just can't wait to bleed you dry.