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lyrics
Chased out by the tax horde
A sad donair’s all we can afford
A cunning scheme we must brainstorm
And then it hits us
Religion, a tax exempt lore
We’ll make a church, we implore
Praise be the Moose Lord
I’m sure we’ve found salvation
Soon to bankrupt the nation
This idea’s got us aroused
All it needs is to be housed
Leave the donair shop to find
This ultimate passion of mine
A better donair
Spiritual fufillment will be our bait
This will lead all the folks to the collection plate
The time for us to separate
Your assets from a liquid state
The Moose sayeth, Thou shall give money
To my service, come one come all to this
Landmark Event, like a Supernova
We bring enlightenment and enmoosenment
RAISE YOUR FIST AND PAY TO PRAY
Your dreams will come alive today
All you have to do is pay our way
Throw your hands out now
Raise your fist and pay to praise the
Moose lord
The time my friends is now
Pass the plate around and raise your fist and pay to pray
We call upon the prophets – Spruce Lee, Spruce Campbell, Spruce Dickinson and Spruce Willis. Show us the ten commandments of the Spruce Moose!
One – thou shall have no other Moose before me
Two – Thou shalt make unto me tasty gravy images
Three – Thou shalt not take the Moose’s name on thou fake ID
Four – Remember Black Sabbath, they were not as good with Ozzy
Five – Honor thy father and thy mother, or at least call them once in a while
Six, Number Six- Thou shalt not crowdkill, seriously
Seven – Thou shall commit to adulting
Eight – Thou shall not steal, only Moose shall steal
Nine – thou shall bear false returns to thine tax man
Ten – Thou shall not covet thy neighbours donairs
RAISE YOUR FIST AND PAY TO PRAY
Your dreams will come alive today
All you have to do is pay our way
Throw your hands out now
Raise your fist and pay to praise the
Moose lord
The time my friends is now
Pass the plate around and raise your fist and pay to pray
A vacant lot we have found
With a rose we stomped to the ground
A vacant lot we explore
Where our big money church will endure
Stand and accept your award
Hailz to the Moose Lord