Letra de Lenders in the Temple

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 drifter
Broke in there for funds
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 partner 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 hit his knees
Like a man meant to pray
His vestments in gore
His beady eyes glazed
But 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