From the recording Zen and the Art of Blackstrap Funk
Lyrics
God put a fool in the white house, God put a fool in the bank
God gave a fool a flower, and someone for the fool to thank
And thus he delivers, clean souls, from the dirty river
God gave a thief a bible, God gave a priest a gun
God built a ladder to the moon, God hung a rope from the sun
And thus he delivers, clean souls, from the dirty river
God put rhythm on the drum kit, God put funk on the bass
Now all God's children got rhythm, Hail Mary, full of grace
And thus he delivers, clean souls, from the dirty river
God gave some folks money, God made some folks poor
God said share your ducats, that's what he gave them to ya for
And thus he delivers, clean souls, from the dirty river
Rich man sits with a needle, alone in his shopping cart
Poor man stands with a god's eye in the posture of his heart
And thus he delivers, clean souls, from the dirty river