AMERICAN IDOL$ Lyrics

I don't want a heart of gold

Even though it won't rust

You ever dream of living in a

Nation that surrendered to her money lust?

Dollar bills tell us that in God we trust

But the truth is mammon is the only god that must

Receive the full obedience of the American Brave

Land of the free looking more like slaves

Slaves to production, slaves to power

Slaves to the good life keep

The drip coming need a shower

They say make the money don't let the money make you

But how do you point it out when privilege has shaped you?

You don't wanna hear it so you refuse to listen

Money, money, money get you a rollie that glistens

And the pulpit used to be a place

For the one's living in submission to God's will

But now the preachers n sneakers' outfit's

So cold that it will give you chills

Man it's cold in these Northeast Ohio winters

Another empty pew because the

Congregation member got tired of getting splinters

But not from the seat

But from the preacher speaking heat

Who used the tithe dollars for the

Gucci slippers on his feet

Sheesh

It's a pandemic, an American disease

Where the only god I follow is the one I see in me

And please, keep in mind

Yea we're aware of your grind

But when you started this thing out

Was it really about the dime

A consumer driven culture can

Easily permeate the church

A capitalistic congregation

Can stunt rebirth

Because people are viewed

Not as humans just simply resources

Man, that's Gospel distorted

The Great Commission aborted

Entrepreneurial principles stamped

With Jesus leaves the message contorted

I grew up with the preachers

Saying you can't take it with you

Now I live in the land where

Some pastors grab all they want

And if you raise a speculation

They'll say here's a tissue for your issue

If you need to cry, then you can bawl, while I stunt

These are our American Idols,

Our nation's greed permeated the church

Most the saints lived below their means

Francis of Assisi lived in poverty

And preached to the birds

But now book sales will get you mansions

Where we use the language that the

Communicator just slayed it like Manson

Sermon content shallow like mmm bop that's Hanson

While I can get loaded just for

Proclaiming the One who paid your ransom

I said

Book sales will get you mansions

Where we use the language that the

Communicator just slayed it like Manson

Sermon content shallow like mmm bop that's Hanson

While I can get loaded just for

Proclaiming the One who paid your ransom

These are once again, our American idols

Don't cramp the style, midol

In the land where the paycheck is rightful

And speaking against honor is spiteful

So what are you gonna do with this information

Clap back in the comments without hesitation

Question all my finances, ask to see my statements

Put your head down in humiliation

Money ain't a sin, it's just the way we use it

If you use this as an excuse not to go to a

Church then you're foolish

Because before you point the finger

You better check the mirror

Remove the log from your own eye

So your vision's clearer

But I am calling for all of us to see it

Stop focusing on the drip

When the Living Water is leaking

Because what if our country has traded Jesus for capitalism

And exchanged peace for nationalism

If you disagree then we can have a discussion

But I think the Bride is getting

Wide and needs some liposuction

Body of Christ unhealthy

Needs some tummy-tucking

Or just to vomit out all the

False gods that she's been trusting