Evangelicals Lyrics

Your selective compassion has become quite the fashion

You're the picture perfect Evangelical

Fight for the unborn, but shackle the black-born

Profit from the prison industry

There's profit from the prison industry

And profit justifies the means

You love military spending, and wars never ending

That you and your kids will never fight

You demand we stand for flags while you wear your yellow ribbons

Don't ask why vets are prone to suicide

Or better yet not mention suicide

Every 20 seconds, well that's a lot of suicide

'American interests', code for corporate machines

Built to feed the top down economy

At least the pigs on Wall Street are getting their fill

But that's not what's in store for you and me

A third of us will die in bankruptcy

Paying bills from getting sick and from all the disease

Making the money

Your eyes on the honeys

In your office you're a really big man!

A real Sunday Christian

Make sure your kids are listening

and don't let them hear the thoughts in your head

Cheat on your wife and your taxes

You're so comfortable in gray

I'm sure your Santa-god wont mind

As long as your jesus

Don't cost you no money

Then I guess we'll have to let him stay

As long as he remembers his place

And as long as he don't ask about the new escalade

First comes your money

And then politics

But save some room for jesus

First comes your money

And then politics

But save some room for jesus

First comes your money

And then politics

But save some room for jesus