Iron Maiden

Believe in me - send us money
died in the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends are making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your soul by taking your money
Flies round shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke, Holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thrirsty work making Holy smoke
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end