You got your diamonds in your carry bag
Two thousand dollar suit across your back
You've got your mansion out on a millionaire's row
Go all the places that the rich folks go

Your Bible is a check book and your church is a bank
You don't believe in charity and you don't give thanks
For what you've got, brother that's a lot

You lie and swindle and you steal and you cheat
You throw widows and orphans right out on the street
You say when it comes to business, it's alright to be tough
You think your money's enough

But you're praying to the wrong God mister
You're living for your sensual pleasures and your evil desires
Praying to the wrong God mister
One of these days it's going to eat your flesh like fire, like fire
Eat your flesh like fire

When you need answers you don't go to the Lord
You've got your tarot cards and ouija board
You put your faith in scientology
In fortune tellers and astrology

You hate your neighbors and you cheat on your wife
You say you'll make it up in your next life
You say all roads lead to the mountain top
You've got a long way to drop

And you're praying to the wrong God mister
Satan wants to blind you to the truth and tell you all is well
And you're praying to the wrong God mister
You're running down a highway leading you straight to Hell, to Hell
You're headed straight to Hell

You're praying to the wrong God mister
Satan wants to blind you to the truth and tell you all is well
And you're praying to the wrong God mister
You're running down a highway leading you straight to Hell, to Hell
You're headed straight for Hell

Praying to the wrong God
Praying to the wrong God
Praying to the wrong God
Praying to the wrong God
Praying to the wrong God