Faith over bank

Yeah,

yeah

They talk a lot,

don't they?

They say they love Him,

oh they swear it's true

But watch the shift,

watch what they do

When the numbers rise and the bank gets heavy

Their holy hands are suddenly unsteady

(hmmmm) Sunday morning, front row,

crying out loud

Preaching the gospel, working the crowd But Monday comes around and the

check clears fast Forget the humble path,

put the dollar first at last They worship the paper,

they bow to the green Coldest turnabout that I've ever seen

From the temple to the vault Yeah they make the trade

Every promise starts to fade (yeah)

They say they love Him,

oh they swear it's true

But watch the shift,

watch what they do

When the numbers rise and the bank gets heavy

Their holy hands are suddenly unsteady (yeah)

Gold-plated crosses hanging round the chest

But charity is absent when they get obsessed

With the corporate ladder and the luxury ride

Drowning the spirit in a wave of pride It's a different story

when the balance sheets climb Trading the eternal for the modern nickel

and dime

Different story (different story) When the cash flows in

Where's the faith now?