Hallelujah

His pockets are deep
His pockets are deep
Full of gold (full of gold)
And broken fists
'Cause his pockets are deep
His pockets are deep
Full of gold (full of gold)
And broken fists
He goes to a sermon
Every Sunday morning
Oh yes, he prays (oh yes, he prays)
For Judgement Day
Oh, women in the church (oh, the women in the church)
Holding hands with a man
They sing, «God,» (they sing, «God,»)
«Save my soul!»
Put that gold in the tray
Hallelujah, I am saved
'Cause his pockets are deep
His pockets are deep
Full of gold (full of gold)
And broken fists
He crawls down to Wall Street
Every fucking morning
He makes a (he makes a)
Of prison
The devil is a man (the devil is a man)
Hidden in pinstriped skin
Oh yes, he prays (oh yes, he prays)
For Judgement Day
Put that gold in the bank
Hallelujah, nothing’s changed
'Cause his pockets are deep
His pockets are deep
Full of gold (full of gold)
And broken fists
Put that gold in the tray
Hallelujah, I am saved