Stealing stealing stealing
Stealing stealing
Stealing in the name of the Lord

My father's house of worship
Has become a den of thieves
Stealing in the name of the Lord

They fed our mothers with sour grapes
And set our teeth on edge
Stealing in the name of the Lord

Strike the hammer of justice
And set my people free
Strike the hammer of justice
Or let my people be

They tell us of a heaven
Where milk and honey flow
Stealing in the name of the Lord

They said this place called heaven
The rich man cannot go
Stealing in the name of the Lord

Yet the reverend drives a fancy car
Buys everything tax-free
The people have to sacrifice
To give in charity

My father's house of worship
Has become a den of thieves
Stealing in the name of the Lord

Stealing stealing stealing
Stealing stealing
Stealing in the name of the Lord

Stealing stealing stealing
Stealing stealing
Stealing in the name of the Lord