Preacher man don’t tell me
Heaven is on the earth.
Preacher man don’t tell me
Suffering is all we’re worth.
Because when you go digging for all that gold
I know eternal life on earth gets old
So don’t tell me things I know are cold.
Great Rasta you smoke your dope
Say getting high is for good folk…
Well I tell you all this song
It’s stupid to find meaning in your bong.
Because I see you corrupt as hell
Singing songs to the broken man
With all of the lies you tell.
Saying, “Heaven is a place on earth,”
While billions live and die in crusted dearth.
Preacher man you ain’t off the hook.
You use religion and say, “O no, don’t look.”
You are the best magician’s wand
Waving hands say’n, “O, my dear God,”
While you see the people grow old and poor.
You say, “God wants me to have some more.”
So get up stand up,
Stand up for your right.
Get up stand up,
Don’t give up the fight.
I’m sick’ and tired of your liv’n, giv’n games
Saying, “Don’t live to go to heaven in Jesus’ name.”
Don’t give up the fight
Stand up for your right.
I see a world we all must bear
For years on end and that’s why I care,
Don’t give up the fight.
Stand up for your right,
B. K. Neifert 