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.