Shout it from the rooftops
There’s a new idol in town
A prophet with real inspiration
That’s turning blind faith upside down
The name of the prophet is profit
Its doctrine is give in to greed
Don’t worry who’s caught in the crossfire
Do all that you must to succeed
Worship at the chapel of Barclays
Pray for that loan that you need
Hallowed is thy bank manager
He helps out with the lifestyle we lead
Everyone’s big into prophet
Me I’m just at a loss
If moneys the root of all evil
What holds back the stem of pathos
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