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