FAST MONEY, SLOW DEATH

TITLE: FAST MONEY, SLOW DEATH
ARTIST: THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

Fast money.

Slow death.

Bad exchange rate.

The road pays quick,

then charges interest.

Listen.

[VERSE 1]

Fast money, slow death, bad exchange rate,
profit comes quick but the soul pays late.
Corner looks calm but the maths ain’t clean,
cash in the hand with a grave unseen.

I know why the youngers feel that pull,
fridge looks light and the bills look full.
Mum works hard but the rent still bites,
and the road looks rich under estate lights.

Designer tags make the pain feel small,
fresh new creps when the hope stands tall.
But if the money comes wrapped in tears,
that drip gets heavy through the later years.

One line sold and a family breaks,
one bag moved and another heart aches.
Add up pounds, subtract the peace,
multiply grief where the sirens increase.

The road says, “Eat,” but it eats you too,
gives fake love while it taxes you.
Fast cash smiles with a serpent grin,
but the wage of sin still cashes in.

[HOOK]

Fast money, slow death,
bad exchange rate.
Gain the whole world,
lose your soul too late.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Cash cannot cleanse you,
paper cannot raise.

Come to the treasure
the grave can’t touch.
Christ gives life
when the road takes much.

[VERSE 2]

Rich fool planned with his barns stacked high,
said, “Soul, relax,” but he had to die.
God said, “Tonight your soul is due,”
then who owns all that was holding you?

That parable lands on the block tonight,
not just mansions with marble bright.
Any heart can make cash its king,
small bag, big bank, same idol thing.

Judas weighed Christ against silver coins,
kissed the King while the dark side joined.
Thirty pieces looked clean in hand,
then guilt came heavy like sinking sand.

That is the lie of the trade and the flex,
money buys noise but it can’t buy rest.
It can rent attention, it can purchase shoes,
but it cannot pay when your soul gets sued.

Digital Babylon makes it worse,
feeds keep showing the luxury curse.
Everyone shining, nobody whole,
fake paradise with a starving soul.

We have all sold truth for a lesser price,
chased what fades and ignored the Christ.
Lied, lusted, envied, desired,
held dust close while the soul caught fire.

[HOOK]

Fast money, slow death,
bad exchange rate.
Gain the whole world,
lose your soul too late.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Status can’t cleanse you,
diamonds can’t raise.

Come to the treasure
the grave can’t touch.
Christ gives life
when the road takes much.

[BRIDGE]

The road says:

Quick.

The grave says:

Soon.

The Cross says:

Paid.

The tomb says:

Risen.

Choose life.

[VERSE 3]

Jesus came poor but He owned all things,
no rented throne, still King of kings.
He had no place for His head to lie,
yet fed the crowds under open sky.

He saw the poor, saw the trapped, saw pain,
saw every soul in the money chain.
He did not mock the struggling chest,
He called the weary to living rest.

Then He went where the price was real,
Cross on His back, wounds that heal.
Not silver, gold or dirty cash,
but holy blood where the debts got smashed.

Nails in hands for the hands that sinned,
blood poured out for the greed within.
Crown of thorns for the pride we wore,
Christ opened up the Kingdom door.

They buried Him once, but the stone moved wide,
third day Life came alive outside.
Jesus rose with the keys in hand,
Lord over every estate and land.

So if you’re caught in the fast-cash trap,
or your heart feels numb and your mind feels wrapped,
hear this mercy before night falls:
Christ still saves when the lost one calls.

Repent and believe, let the old trade die,
leave the false treasure and the polished lie.
The road charges interest, the grave collects,
but Christ gives life that death can’t wreck.

[FINAL HOOK]

Fast money, slow death,
bad exchange rate.
Gain the whole world,
lose your soul too late.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
His blood can cleanse you,
His voice can raise.

Come to the treasure
the grave can’t touch.
Christ gives life
when the road takes much.

[OUTRO]

Fast cash fades.

Designer wears.

The grave waits.

But Christ is risen.

True treasure.

New life.

Jesus is Lord.