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Profits Of Doom Lyrics

Born with a moustache and a supernova
Tossed off the cliffs of Dover
Washed up on a far away shore
In the arms of the daughter of the Buffalo

Mamma said he was the chosen one
Reverend said he was the other one
All that pay no mind
Inside his Econoline

Swallower of planets
The profits of doom
Quarterly projections
The profits of doom

The profits of doom
The profits of doom
The profits of doom

A caliph, rabbi, and a bishop walk into a bar
One says to the other
"Hey now brother, we haven't gotten very far."

Who's the writing? John the Revelator
Who's the writing?
He wrote the Book of the Seventh Seal

Swallower of planets
The profits of doom
Quarterly projections
The profits of doom

Genesis and Exodus, Leviticus and Numbers
Gideon is knocking in your hotel while you slumber
Genesis and Exodus, Leviticus and Numbers
Gideon is knocking in your hotel while you slumber

Swallower of Planets
The profits of doom

Never trust the white man driving a black van
He's just saving all his voodoo for you
Just for you

Never trust the white man driving a black van
He's just saving all his voodoo for you
Just for you

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