At the head of the church stands the Angley old man
And he's pounding the pulpit with both of his hands
Well it's hard to believe all the stuff that he did
He refuses to let his parish'ners have kids
He told pregnant women they had to abort
'Cause he said it's a message he got from the Lord
Yeah there's something not right 'bout that Angley old man

Don't go to be healed by the Angley old man
Stay away from his touchy and feely old hands
He told men to get fixed, and then just to be sure
He would feel them all up in a way most impure
If your love life was trouble, he'd ask you point-blank
What the size of your "thing" was. What pastor's that frank?
Oh, there's something so wrong 'bout that Angley old man

(Wounded former parishioner sings):
"I believe I've passed the age of gullible and blinded faith
I've found that just believing is a noble fight
I once believed in healing too, had that pointless point of view
Now I've got no idea who's wrong or right".

And it seems like there's always an Angley old man
Who says he's from the Lord, but he gives false commands
He fleeces the sheep and their money he takes
And their spirits are wounded, their hearts that he breaks
His oil's of snake and his tongue is as well
Do the people like that have their own little hell?
Always be watching out for the next Angley man

At the head of the church stands the Angley old man
And he's pounding the pulpit with both of his hands
Slandered former parish'ners in sermons and stuff
And made everyone shun them like that weren't enough
Someone married a guy 'cause he just told her to
Turns out he was a pedo, a fact Angley knew
Yeah there's something not right 'bout that Angley old man