Lyrics

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