Slave Driver

Land-grabber
There's blood in your well
Heard you pleased with yourself
Title deeds on your shelf
Next to your bible and your rare bourbon
Your greed knows no bounds
Don't believe in no hell
Your God is your wealth
And I heard that he's a slave driver

Working you to death
Working you to death, oh no
Working you to death
He's working you, working you

Armed robber
The gun on your waist
Is tired of your ways
The lives that you take
Are crying out for comeuppance
The title you crave
Will read on your grave
Your greed is your faith
And I heard that it's a slave driver

Working you to death
Working you to death, oh no
Working you to death
He's working you, working you

Flimflammer
The souls on your pews
Are numb from abuse
Your fountain of youth
Is draining all the life from them
You twist and misuse
Your tricks are not new
Your God is not truth
Yes, I heard that he's a slave driver

Working you to death
Working you to death, oh no
Working you to death
He's working you, working you
Working you to death
Working you to death, oh no
Working you to death
He's working you, working you



Credits
Writer(s): Benson Mhando
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