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 tells us of a heaven
Where milk and honey flows
Stealing in the name of the Lord
They say this place called heaven
No rich man cannot go
Stealing in the name of the Lord
Yet the reverend drives out 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, oh stealing.
Stealing in the name of the Lord
Oh stealing, stealing
Stealing in the name of the Lord
