Religion serves a purpose, this I realize
But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
The crimes upon the weak, and the crimes upon the poor,
Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
And buckets full of water, are placed at the door,
And they call it holy; you get your moneys worth
What it’s worth, oh I’ll tell you what it’s worth.

Cause they go home rich, we go home to repent.
So let’s stop feeding the rich, they’ve got enough to live.
Oh let’s stop feeding the rich; they’ve got enough to live.
Oh let’s stop feeding the rich; they’ve got enough to live.

Time is wasted, seeking out redemptions place
cause I won’t be afraid and I can’t be ashamed of my life,
or my past mistakes.

Cause they go home rich; we go home to repent.
So let’s stop feeding the rich, they’ve got enough to live.
Let’s stop feeding the rich; they’ve got enough to live.
Oh, let’s stop feeding the rich; they’ve got enough to live.

Buckets full of water, are placed at the door,
They call it holy; you get your moneys worth
What it’s worth, oh I’ll tell you what it’s worth.

Oh let’s stop feeding the rich; they’ve got enough to live.
Let’s stop feeding the rich; they’ve got enough to live.
Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding.
Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding the Rich.