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Filthy Lucre
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Feb 17, 2026 updated
Based on 1 Timothy 3:3-5
In the shadows of the city
Where the lights deceive the night
There's a hunger never sated
A thirst that blinds the sight
Chasing gold and fleeting treasures, running after empty dreams
But in the end, they're left with nothing
Lost in hollow schemes
Oh, the lies that wealth can tell
Binding souls within their spell
[Chorus]
Filthy lucre, chains of gold
Binding senses, taking hold
Filthy lucre, chains of gold
Wound your conscience, stain your soul
In the darkness, hearts grow cold
Filthy lucre, lose your hold!
They build their towers high and mighty
On the backs of those in need
Never seeing, never caring
Blinded by their endless greed
But the riches of this world
Cannot save a dving soul
Only Christ can bring redemption
Only He can make us whole
Oh, the lies that wealth can tell
Binding souls within their spell
Filthy lucre, chains of gold
Binding senses, taking hold
In the darkness hearts grow cold
In the end the lies unfold
And the riches of this world
Cannot save a dying soul
Only Christ can bring redemption
Only He can make us whole
They build their towers high and mighty
On the backs of those in need
Never seeing, never caring
Blinded by their endless greed
But the riches of this world
Cannot save a dving soul
Only Christ can bring redemption
Only He can make us whole
Filthy lucre, chains of gold
Binding senses, taking hold
Filthy lucre, chains of gold
Wound your conscience, stain your soul
In the darkness, hearts grow cold
Only Christ can save your soul
In His love, we find our goal
Filthy lucre, lose your hold!
Filthy lucre, lose your hold!