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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suicidal Tendencies
Suicidal Tendencies
Performer
Mike Clark
Mike Clark
Guitar
Mike Muir
Mike Muir
Vocals
Dean Pleasants
Dean Pleasants
Guitar
Brooks Wackerman
Brooks Wackerman
Drums
Josh Paul
Josh Paul
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Muir
Mike Muir
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Suicidal Tendencies
Suicidal Tendencies
Producer
MARK DODSON
MARK DODSON
Producer
Chris Steinmetz
Chris Steinmetz
Additional Engineer
Brian Scheuble
Brian Scheuble
Additional Engineer
Greg Goldman
Greg Goldman
Additional Engineer
Andy Udoff
Andy Udoff
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lights, camera
Silence on the set
Tape rolling
3, 2, 1, action
[Verse 2]
Welcome to the Church of Suicidal
We'll have a sermon and a wonderful recital
But before we go on, there's something I must mention
Important message I must bring to your attention
I was in meditation and prayer last night
I was awoken by a shining bright light
Overhead, a glorious spirit
He gave me a message and you all need to hear it
[Verse 3]
Said to send me your money
That's what he said, he said to send me your money
[Verse 4]
Now if you could only send a dollar or two
There ain't a hell of a lot I can promise to you
But if he wants to see Heaven's door
Make out a check for five million dollars or more
[Verse 5]
Send me your money
Do you hear what I said?
Send me your money
[Verse 6]
Now give me some bass
Ooh, yeah, that's how we like it
Now let's have some silence
For all you sinners
Now give me more bass
Yeah, that was funky
Now take 'em on home, Brother Clark
Send me your money
[Verse 7]
Here comes another con hidin' behind a collar
His only God is the almighty dollar
He ain't no prophet, he ain't no healer
He's just a two-bit, goddamn money stealer
[Verse 8]
Send me your money (Send it, you gotta send it)
(Send me your money, you hear what I'm sayin'?)
(You gotta send it) Send me your money (Send it)
(Send me your money)
[Verse 9]
Now how much you give is your own choice
But to me it's the difference between a Porsche and a Rolls Royce
I want you to make it hurt when you dig into your pocket
'Cause it makes me feel so good to watch my profits rocket
[Verse 10]
Send me your money
(Now dig in deep, dig real deep into your pocket)
(I want you to make it hurt)
Send me your money
(We'll take cash, we'll take checks, we'll take credit cards)
(We'll take jewelry, we'll take your mama's dentures, they got gold in 'em)
[Verse 11]
So who's gonna be the new king of the fakers
Who's gonna take the place of Jim and Tammy Faye Baker
See, my mama, she didn't raise no fool
'Cause you can't put a price on a miracle
Amen
Written by: Mike Muir
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