World Profit

Lyrics
Mormon Tabernacle screaming round the bend: Your ship is coming in Your ship is coming in And all the economic forecast predict: My ship is coming in My ship is coming in (Tongues) Insects and bugs, arachnids and slugs: Crawling down my leg Crawling down my leg All the disregarded blood sausage saints: Pawing out for change Pawing out for change (Tongues) Leather briefcase, corporate waves: They're packing in the train But I can part the waves Right down my spine They're ozing down my spine It's like a tongue of fire I've got a tongue of fire (Tongues) I make the soup - a thick gravey soup Come and get your spoons I'm a world prophet Look at my shoes (I've got size 12 shoes) I've only got half a foot (Prophets don't fear the bottle) Walking over puddles I'm a world prophet I make the soup - a thick gravey soup Come and get your spoons I'm a world prophet Put on your suits Your dark navy suits Get back into the streets And make a profit - a false profit
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