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.