Brazen the man who created Moroni Puffed up with chutzpah and lustful was he Blessed to open the purses of many Damned to a throwdown before he could flee
Hail to the profit Free money is heaven Societies low lifes Now praise Joe in vain Mingling with lies He can best fleece his brethren Truth cannot trump pride so Joe'll win again.
I alway thought "mingling with gods" was a funny line from that song, I imagined Joseph Smith at a cocktail party surrounded by a bunch of guys that looked like Heavenly Father, with a martini in one hand and a cigarette in the other.