Million fools are taken, by the madness that you teach Blinded by the mindlessness that you preach Pearly gates of solitude, so cold and far away You tell them if you're gonna reach them You'll have to pray, that means you'll have to pay They line up by the thousands to buy their way out of hell You're selling things you have no right to sell But they'll all be there and they're waiting To watch your body burn Just like every one of us you'll get your fishing turn Burn As God is watching the work he planned to save He contemplates the price that he has paid At that he lifts the body of his son from the earth below and to your own destruction he finally lets you go