Bill Madden - New Religion Lyrics

The white shirts
Arrived today uninvited
Without any shame
They took everything
I asked the man
Are you happy now
He said, it’s just a job
Nothing personal
Tell that to my child
Tell it to my pregnant wife
I’ve been sold out, now
I don’t even own my own life
Money, more money, more money, more
Hail to the kings of malfeasance
Money, more money, more money, more
God is greed, meet the new religion
New religion

What land is this
I stand upon
I don’t recognize
It anymore
So very, very good
For the few, I guess
‘Cuz it’s most certainly been
Damned for all the rest
How’d we ever get
To this perilous place
Together we have a chance
Apart we’ll all surely fade
Money, more money, more money, more
Hail to the kings of malfeasance
Money, more money, more money, more
God is greed, meet the new religion

Sooner than late, when
The masses discover the lies
For who is at fault, there will be
No quarter, nowhere to hide
Money, more money, more money, more
Hail to the kings of malfeasance
Money, more money, more money, more
God is greed, meet the new religion
New religion…

[Thanks to madmuse for adding these lyrics]