You love to taste it
Dirty mind
You're sick and twisted
Appetite
I'll do yours, if you do mine

Everyone folds for the dollar
You sold your soul
And everyone you know
For the dollar
White collar style stick up

Oh, twisted brother
Blow kisses
Ripped off distant daughter
I collect souls, I collect
I collect souls, I collect
Oh, retail Jesus
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
I've been banging on your door
Open up before I burn shit down

Evil urges
Angels may shield their eyes
I will climb
Voices wailing
"It's all about the money babe"

You can run, you can hidе it all
In a mattress on the second floor
Savе it up just to spit it back out
Gold teeth in a rotted mouth
I am your credit card debt collector
Slot machine queen, cigarette protector
Pyramid scheme with a devil investor
Zip up your soul 'cause I'm out to get you