You're selling Jesus to me
At such a price
With Heaven that hangs beyond the sky
My salvation depends on your great faith
Just as long as I say you've always been right
Throw in the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost
Rid Demons you say were born in me
Up in Heaven your wealth won't mean a thing
But for now it's the only light you'll see
The longer you bring Hell to me... The longer the better
Sell me your bottle of God
I'll break the glass
And sell slivers of it right back to you
Up in Heaven, your wealth won't mean a thing
And I pray that I won't see much of you

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