45 Grave - Insurance From God Lyrics

Men coming at me
Knocking at your front door
Would you like to be free
Would you like to know more
Like a good neighbor
He will be there
As long as he gets it
An equal share

Insurance from God
You're in good hands
A piece of the rock
He understands
Christians aren't perfect
They're only slaves
Feed them to lions
What are you waiting for
Insurance from God

Black ties, white shirts
Little red ten speeds
Kick them with black boots
So they won't have to wait for
Insurance from God
You're in good hands
A piece of the rock
He understands
Christians aren't perfect
They're only slaves
Crucify them
So they won't have to wait for

Insurance from God
Cash in your policy
Wouldn't ya like to be free
I'm the collector of your soul
Wouldn't you like to follow me
Wouldn't you like to come with me
Wouldn't you like to know more

[Thanks to punkmetaller88 for adding these lyrics]