THE FATIMA CASH COW

Bend the knee and crawl my son
To a gold plated old cash cow
Don’t forget your wallet
Let the dollars swiftly flow
Make sure it’s very full
It will soon be very low

Your god won’t see you coming
Blood pouring from your wounds
Knees will hurt like buggery
Their skin left on the ground
Your wallet is more important
As it loses pounds and pounds

Jesus doesn’t want money
Because Jesus has never been
The Priests are bilking all the milk
From Fatima’s Virgin Queen
You will only get the Whey
Whilst they have all the cream

Don’t blame Jesus for it
He was never there for real
From the Pilgrim’s gullible heart
There’s money there to steal
Bishops and Archbishops count it
For them it’s the art of the deal

An indulgence for your Granny
An indulgence for your son
There’s another one for Grandad
And one there, just for fun
Don’t blame Jesus for it
The priesthood is the con

They’ll take you for a numpty
They’ll take you for a chump
And as they filch your savings
Their ears won’t here your grump
But if you are an Alter Boy
You will need to grease your rump

The con works well at Fatima
It gained it’s power in Rome
The Vatican worshipping evil
Should chill you to the bone
Steer clear of all religions son
It should be, a no go zone

Your bible tells a story
Enough to make you cry
About Adam and Eve and sinners
And the end of the world is nigh
The truth of this my religious friend
It’s nowt but a bloody lie

So don’t you crawl at Fatima
And don’t be seen in Rome
Jerusalem is in the pits
Of every evil known
There’s nothing there in Knock
Go find yourself, at home