Pulpit Gangster

Is living or dying actually in the fucking hands of god? Or perhaps another bullshit story? Fill the collection plate and he wont make it boring. A low budget politician marketing an out dated story. He will sing to you the prophecies ring true, just grab a seat today's fiction departs at noon. Touch my robe ye children, I shall relieve you of all sin. Flock to me my sheep, lambs of ages. Just pay my prices and ill put you in his highest graces. Line my pockets and ill sing his songs, promise the angels trumpets, then move along. A pulpit gangster is all he will ever be, however known as the reverend to you and me.