Sangtekst: The O.C. Supertones. Health And Wealth.

Poor men bound in persecution
God's their portion everyday
But we don't know anybody
Who lives that way

There the church grows stronger
Under politics and chains and whips
They can't explain how they
Slipped right through their grip

A purifying persecution
In the politics of Mao Tse Tung
I think they got it right
So maybe we got it wrong

Health and wealth, we help ourselves
And let them play the hand that they've been dealt
Health and wealth, indulge ourselves
A big fat belly underneath our belts

Health and wealth, we help ourselves
And let them play the hand that they've been dealt
We'll never understand the Christ they've felt
If we keep on chasing health and wealth

Here we sit so comfy, rich
Us, me and you, the USA
So far away from C H I N A
We think they need freedom
We're the ones in prison

We don't have the time to change the world
It doesn't take long to figure it out
Where all our money goes
We're the poorest billionaires, Jesus knows

And we ask God to refine us
And pray that we would be freed
From all our comfortable gods
Our straining and striving and chasing the wind