Downtown they got a big temple
It sits on the highest land
Raised and built in the name of the Lord
Dedicated to the happiness of man
A satellite station to sharpen their aim
Send out their pleas for money
Time is needed to spread their fame
Bu they got no time for honey
A girl named Honey
Long and black
Sharp and sleek
Soft and hard
She makes her living walkin the streets
Right in the shadow of the churchyard
She hears the people singin’
They braggin’ on Sunday morning
Plenty of time to raise money
Plenty of time to build
Got no time for Honey
Honey’s older now
She hurtin’ and sick
It’s hard to make a living for the man
Her body’s used up
Her youth has been spent
Scarred up by a red hot brand
Inside the temple people are praying
Jesus isn’t there
He’s walking the streets
Out on the line
And he’s whispering in Honey’s ear
He says I’m the man that loves you
And I won’t break your heart for money
Got no time for a building
Got no time for fakes
I got plenty of time for Honey
