All my life I’ve been waiting for something that could change This poor mentality holding us in the chains Another trip, another house a brand new car Preachers in Versace making altars to Prada What about the widows and orphans What about the cross we’re not taking What about the wine that we’re drinking What about the bread that we’re saving What about the the money we love What about the sins that we hide We’re turning sheep into wolves We cannot see that we’re blind We gotta go back to the truth We gotta go back to the life We gotta go back to the way that lead us to the sky We gotta go back to Jesus