Lyrics:

Lights, camera, silence on the set

Tape rolling, 3-2-1 action

Welcome to the Church of Suicidal

We'll have a sermon and a wonderful recital

But before we go on there's something I must mention

An important message I must bring to your attention

I was in meditation and prayer last night

I was awakened by a shining bright light

Overhead a glorious spirit, he gave me a message and you all

need to hear it

'Send me your money,' that's what he said

He said to 'Send me your money'

Now if you can only send a dollar or two

There ain't a hell of a lot I can do for you

But if you want to see heaven's door

Make out a check for five hundred or more

'Send me your money,' do you hear what I said?

'Send me your money'



Now give me some bass, um yea that's how he likes it

Now give me some silence, for all you sinners

Now give me some bass, yea that was funky

Now take them on home Brother Clark, send me your money

Here comes another con hiding behind a collar

His only god is the almighty dollar

He ain't no prophet, he ain't healer

He's just a two bit goddamn money stealer

Send me your money

Send it, you got to send it

Send me your money

You hear what I'm saying?

Send it, send it

Send me your money

How much you give is your own choice

But to me it is the difference between a Porsche and a Rolls Royce

I want you to make it hurt when you dig into your pocket

Cause it makes me feel so good to watch my profits rocket

Send me your money

Now dig in deep, dig real deep into your pocket

I want you to make it hurt!

We'll take cash, we'll take checks

We'll take credit cards, we'll take jewelry

We'll take your momma's dentures if they got gold in them

So whose gonna be the next king of the fakers

Whose gonna take the place of Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker?

See my momma, she didn't raise no fool

Couse you can't put a price on a miracle

Amen