Men coming at me 
Knocking at your front door 
Would you like to be free 
Would you like to know more 

Like a good neighbor 
He will be there 
As long as he gets it 
An equal share 

Insurance from God 
You're in good hands 
A piece of the rock 
He understands 

Christians aren't perfect 
They're only slaves 
So they won't have to wait for 
Insurance from God 

Black ties, white shirts 
Little red ten speeds 
Kick them with black boots 
So they won't have to wait for 

Insurance from God 
You're in good hands 
A piece of the rock 
He understands 

Christians aren't perfect 
They're only slaves 
Crucify them 
So they won't have to wait for 

Insurance from God 
Cash in your policy 
Wouldn't ya like to be free 
I'm the collector of your soul 

Wouldn't you like to follow me 
Wouldn't you like to be free 
Wouldn't you like to know more