Two thousand dollar suit across your back  You've got your mansion out on millionaire's row  Go all the places that the rich folks go  Your Bible is a check book and your church is a bank  You don't believe in charity and you don't give thanks  For what you've got brother that's a lot  You lie and swindle and you steal and you cheat  You throw widows and orphans right out on the street  You say when it comes to business it's alright to be tough  You think your money's enough  (first chorus)  But you're praying to the wrong god mister  You're living for your sensual pleasures and your evil desires  Praying to the wrong god mister  One of these days it's going to eat your flesh like fire, like fire  Eat your flesh like fire  When you need answers you don't go to the Lord  You've got your tarot cards and ouija board  You put your faith in scientology, in fortune tellers and astrology  You hate your neighbors and you cheat on your wife  You say you'll make it up in your next life  You say all roads lead to the mountain top  You've got a long way to drop  (second chorus)  And you're praying to the wrong god mister  Satan wants to blind you to the truth and tell you all is well  And you're praying to the wrong god mister  You're running down a highway leading you straight to hell, to hell  You're headed straight to hell