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Religion serves a purpose, this I realize
But when they organize, is when they commit 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 moneys 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 they commit 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.

[girl giggling]
Girls, on, the floor

[Verse 1]
You made me take a look at me
At all the flaws and what could be
And all the things that you would reap
Was hidden in me, I didn t wanna see, what was troublin me

[Interlude]
You brought your sledgehammer, comin down with the BOOM
I mean I fell...

I would take the ocean in an orange crate
And I’d do it in one day too.
I can build a railway track,
Just to take us back to the places we once knew.
Coz I’m sure you’d like that.

I would be a criminal to steal the Mona Lisa
And I wouldn’t leave a...

Well I stepped into an avalanche,
it covered up my soul;
when I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn, learn to serve me well.
You strike my side by accident
as you go down...

I need to tell the truth
I can t lie anymore
I need to do what s right
I know that s what my life is for
I can t be quiet anymore
About what I m supposed to do
I need to tell the truth
And do what s...

My Girl
Some things are meant to be

I told you once, I told you twice
That boy you been with, doubt he aint right
I see the tears, you try to hide
That boy you been with, way out of line

I ve been there through sun and rain
I ve been there to ease the...