Chop Chop Chop
[Verse 1]
May I help you with those books
'Cause that's what he would do
He gave us commandments I'll follow them with you
Sit here on Sundays 'till noon
Or you and your friends will be doomed

[Chorus]
Believe in me or chop, chop, chop your head's off
Collecting coins so drop, drop, drop your head's off
The plane is taking off
You better be on board
Remember to take your stuff or the trip will be short
So I guess I will be doomed

[Verse 2]
(Choir singing)
They think that I'm being angry
They think that I'm being mean
But why would I be angry at a non-existent being
Just thinking about how many do nothing but pray
Makes me wonder what could've been done today
Healthcare?
Education?
Housing for the homeless?
No, lets build a church!

[Chorus]