The Church in the desert Like a purse stuffed with gold Is surrounded by the hungry The infirm and old And though they make a show Of sweeping scraps from their tables They stick it to the poor Every chance that they're able There's lenders in the temple Jackals in the house of God So me and this drifter Broke in there for funs We made out with the coffers As the clergy sat stunned I said, "This mansion was built On the backs of the poor So just pray for our souls As you lie on the floor" There's lenders in the temple Jackals in the house of God ♪ The priest pulled a pistol As we ran out the door I felt a bullet rip through me And I fell to the floor My partner stopped to help And was shot several times The money fell in the pool Of blood, brains, and grime There's lenders in the temple Jackals in the house of God The priest hit his knees Like a man meant to pray His vestments in gore His beady eyes glazed But he wasn't giving last rites To my friend growing cold The cops swarmed around me As he clawed for his gold Flip their tables Burn their notes Let's string them up And slit their throats There's lenders in the temple There's lenders in the temple There's lenders in the temple