Letra de Insurance From God

Men coming at me Knocking at your front door Would you like to be free Would you like to know more Like a good neighbor He will be there As long as he gets it An equal share Insurance from God You're in good hands A piece of the rock He understands Christians aren't perfect They're only slaves So they won't have to wait for Insurance from God Black ties, white shirts Little red ten speeds Kick them with black boots So they won't have to wait for Insurance from God You're in good hands A piece of the rock He understands Christians aren't perfect They're only slaves Crucify them So they won't have to wait for Insurance from God Cash in your policy Wouldn't ya like to be free? I'm the collector of your soul Wouldn't you like to follow me? Wouldn't you like to be free? Wouldn't you like to know more?