Land-grabber There's blood in your well Heard you pleased with yourself Title deeds on your shelf Next to your bible and your rare bourbon Your greed knows no bounds Don't believe in no hell Your God is your wealth And I heard that he's a slave driver Working you to death Working you to death, oh no Working you to death He's working you, working you Armed robber The gun on your waist Is tired of your ways The lives that you take Are crying out for comeuppance The title you crave Will read on your grave Your greed is your faith And I heard that it's a slave driver Working you to death Working you to death, oh no Working you to death He's working you, working you Flimflammer The souls on your pews Are numb from abuse Your fountain of youth Is draining all the life from them You twist and misuse Your tricks are not new Your God is not truth Yes, I heard that he's a slave driver Working you to death Working you to death, oh no Working you to death He's working you, working you Working you to death Working you to death, oh no Working you to death He's working you, working you