Christ For Cash 
Christ for cash I'm buying for cheap 
For my freedom I too would sleep on the street 
We break, we bash, we hang, we lash 
And every time I watch that shit, they take my ways 


It's in the fast lane 
And nothing's gonna change 
You'll get your 15 
Minutes of shame 


A preaching fool, without a clue 
With the seven sins, right in front of you 
I cry 
I weep 
I have a desire 
An inner burning fire 


I moan, I toss 
I moan, I toss 
I moan, I toss 
I moan, I toss 


Now count the stars 
Now count the sand 
Now count the scares 
Now what's the plan 
What is it? 


Now how's the car 
Now how's the wife 
Now how's the farm 
Now that's the life 
Is it?