Alice Donut - 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.
