They came back in to your work again
And they offered you a job
Said, "You're far too smart and beautiful
To wait tables at a restaurant"
Here's a golden opportunity
Here's your future — it's a fattened calf
It's your golden ticket out of here
"Will you meet us out for lunch?"

It's a ladder, not a pyramid
We'll pull you up a rung
You'll be the base of our foundation here
We're only building up

(We have come that you might have life more abundantly)

Or take some work down at the hospital
Get some stupid hero's job
Help some catatonic woman on the trauma floor
Who got eaten by her dogs

Give to Caesar next to nothing
Give to Jesus when you can
Give to people if you feel like it
If you like the way it feels
In the beginning there was man
And it's God's plan to thrive

So try a little harder now
For you and you alone
Use your Bible selling vitamins
From the comfort of your home
And you're only at the bottom now
Because there's no one down below
So go forth and find your own you
Now go forth and find your own

Then one day sit beside the throne with us
Smiling when the crowd arrives
To our fiefdom by the coastline
By the waters of Lake Michigan
And an overflowing cup
Toast your riches with Jesus' blood
(For the work we've done)

But before you get there, hear me
There are levels you must reach
For the cars along the driveway parked
And a boat docked by a beach house
There are products that you need to buy
And it's way more than you think you'll need
Believe and receive it all
(To provide and guide you)

But if you fail to meet the goals you set
If you try and fail to thrive
And the bank comes for your house at night
It's good for you to downsize
Move to an apartment now
Find more people to supply
We were promised abundant lives
(It's God's plan)

And if you fail to make the rent again
Have you even really tried?
Draw circles for your church group
Pitch that girl down at the restaurant
When the landlord calls the sheriff in
And you've nowhere left to go
Just go forth and find your own you
Now go forth and find your own

Burn your riches on the day you die
Pray to Jesus up above
No camel passes through the needle's eye
And you're running out of time

No yachts will drift off when the rapture comes