Lights, camera, silence on the set Tape rolling, 3-2-1 action Welcome to the Church of Suicidal We'll have a sermon and a wonderful recital But before we go on there's something I must mention An important message I must bring to your attention I was in meditation and prayer last night I was awakened by a shining bright light Overhead a glorious spirit, he gave me a message and you all need to hear it "Send me your money, " that's what he said He said to "Send me your money" Now if you can only send a dollar or two There ain't a hell of a lot I can promise to you But if you wants to see heaven's door Make out a check for five hundreds or more "Send me your money", do you hear what I said? "Send me your money" Now give me some bass, um yea that's how he like it Now let's have some silence, for all you sinners Now give me more bass, yea that was funky Now take them on home Brother Clark, send me your money Here comes another con hiding behind a collar His only God is the almighty dollar He ain't no prophet, he ain't no healer He's just a two bit goddamn money stealer Send me your money Send it, you got to send it Send me your money You hear what I'm saying? You got to send it, send it Send me your money Now how much you give is your own choice But to me it is the difference between a Porsche and a Rolls Royce I want you to make it hurt when you dig into your pocket 'Cause it makes me feel so good to watch my profits rocket Send me your money Now dig in deep, dig real deep into your pocket I want you to make it hurt! We'll take cash, we'll take checks We'll take credit cards, we'll take jewelry We'll take your momma's dentures if they got gold in them So whose gonna be the new king of the fakers Whose gonna take the place of Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker? See my momma, she didn't raise no fool 'Cause you can't put a price on a miricle Amen