I cannot believe it, I've heard all your storiesAnd read every page of your bullet bookAnd your balance bookAnd I just don't see what you need from meSo do not judge this soulBased on the time that I spend in your templeGet off my TVIt's only 1-800-QB3Because he's got my heartAnd I know, I know that he needs nothing more from meHe's got my soulAnd it's all he needsMy fellowship is oneAll I need is insightFellowship of oneReverend deceiverI entitle you my money to liveAnd I say that you can dieFor I do not agree that he needs my soulHe's got my heartAnd I know, I know that he needs nothing more from meI wait his callAll he, all he can count onFellowship is oneAll I need is insightFellowship of oneOneOne too manyToo muchGet offGet off, get offOneOneOneOneOneReverend deceiverYou need my money to liveIn your tower, above your mother's pretty handsYou should have been biggerYou should have been biggerYou'd be there, you could heal, you could healSoftly, tenderlySomebody speakingSomebody cryingSomebody bleedingGet off my TVFor I do not agree that he needs my silverHe's got my heartAnd I know, I know that he needs nothing more from meI wait his callAll he, all he can count onFellowship is oneAll I need is insightFellowship is oneOneGet off, get off, get off, get off, get offFellowship, fellowshipFellowship, fellowshipShould have been biggerShould have been biggerAll I need is insightMy fellowshipOne