Now give me that goldmine religion
Give me that gold-mine religion
Give me no gold-thine religion
And render unto me

It’s good to give me money
Don’t buy food, give me money
Keep me in milk and honey
Render tender to me

I trade in on Christ’s body
Then watch vids that are shoddy
I rail against the bawdy
And tell you what to see

It’s good to make me fatter
To con you I will flatter
Please don’t use your gray matter
To see my fakery

It is good that my profits gather
It is good that you heed my blather
It ain’t good if my profits scatter
To such as charity

Give me that goldmine religion
Give me that gold-mine religion
Give me no gold-thine ambition
Render savings to me

It is good that I reap huge millions
It is good that be you my minions
Drink the Kool-Aid of my opinions
And render unto me

Give me that goldmine religion
Give me that gold-mine religion
Give me no gold-mine restriction
Spend on no one but me

It is good to watch wealth pile up
Vaseline helps keep my smile up
But first my flock I will rile up
Then ask for their money

With much finery I am furnished
My Lamborghini’s finish, burnished
All of your savings you will sure miss
But give them all to me

Give me that goldmine religion
Give me that gold-mine religion
Give me no gold-thine position
Never lend—endow me

In my Lear jet I’m flying
I will dupe when I’m lying
All my bullshit you’re buying
Here’s to duplicity

I will take it all; unleavened
Will your bread be; not a bread end
Will be left; a fiscal dead end
Is what you’re going to see

Give me that goldmine religion
Give me that gold-kind religion
Give me that gold-find religion
Finds you in poverty