I've never seen a seer stone in the flesh I live forever with wedding rings, we're Mormons And I'm not proud of my address, In the torn-up earth, lots of Kolob envy
But every song's like gold plates, pray true, readin' in the bathroom Book marks, Liahona balls, BoMs in the hotel room, We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our kingdom. But everybody's like crystal, mirrors, diamonds in our temple place. Jet planes, Hawaiian islands, condo keys on gold chains. We don't care, we are caught up in our church affairs.
And we'll never be real royals (royals). We know it isn't our blood, That kind of reality just ain't for us. We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler (ruler), You can call me a Celestial Being And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule. I live that fantasy.
My friends and I – we've got the tokens. We count our billions in the temple on Thursday. And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this, We do like our money.
Oooh ooooh ohhh We're bigger than we ever dreamed, And I'm in love with being king. Oooooh ooooh ohhhhh Life is game with family cares We are caught up in our church affairs.