Maybe God is a rich man
Who saved up his money and moved out the city
Then settled in the suburbs
And built up his fences to protect his possessions
And nobody sees him
But the church spreads rumors that he's coming back again
But if God is a rich man, why am I so poor?
If I forsake my family
If I forsake my blood
Tell me, what's in it for me?
What's in it for me?
If I forsake my demons
If I forsake my love
Tell me, what's in it for me?
What's in it for me?
Maybe God is a hard man
Who can show you mercy, but it won't come free
And he offers protection
If you stay on the take and you take what he needs
And nobody sees him
But they pray wholehearted when they need forgiven
But if God is a hard man, why am I still alive?
If I forsake my family
If I forsake my blood
Tell me, what's in it for me?
What's in it for me?
If I forsake my demons
If I forsake my love
Tell me, what's in it for me?
What's in it for me?
