Lenders in the Temple (Demo)

The church in the desert, like a purse stuffed with gold
Is surrounded by the hungry, the infirm, and old
And though they make a show of sweeping scraps from their table
They stick it to the poor every chance that they're able

There's lenders in the temple; jackals in the house of God

So me and this fella broke in with fake guns
We made out with the coffers as the clergy sat stunned
I said, "This mansion was built on the backs of the poor
So just pray for our souls as you lie on the floor"

There's lenders in the temple; jackals in the house of God

The priest pulled a pistol as we ran out the door
I felt a bullet rip through me and I fell to the floor
My friend stopped to help and was shot several times
The money fell in the pool of blood, brains and grime

There's lenders in the temple; jackals in the house of God

The priest took to his knees like a man meant to pray
His vestments soaking of gore, his greedy eyes glazed
So he wasn't giving last rites to my friend growing cold
The cops swarmed around me as he clawed for his gold

Flip their tables, burn their notes
Let's string 'em up and slit their throats

There's lenders in the temple
There's lenders in the temple
There's lenders in the temple