Letras
Hey, Mr. Preacher Man
Let me tell you what looks wrong
You got your flock here, sixteen hundred strong
They pay the money, they pay the tithe
They can't afford it, but they're paying for your life
Yeah, it's jail
Jail for a church
Yeah, it's jail
Jail for a church
Hey, Mr. Preacher Man
Where you live is somewhere else
You feel no shame now
About where you get your wealth
Four-car garage, yeah, nice neighborhood
Wish your parishioners could afford to live this good
Yeah, it's jail
Jail for a church
Yeah, it's jail
Jail for a church
Yeah, it's jail
Jail for a church
Yeah, it's jail
Jail for a church