Psalters - Rich Man And Afghanistan lyrics

I had my good things you had your bad My skin stayed sterile to the sores you had (Lord have mercy…) I distracted my eyes so your Image wouldn't last I didn't hear the prophets cuz i was talking too fast Now my tongues dryin up like i'm the "rich man" Smell smoke start to choke…it's approaching fast I'll come to Lazarus now before i can't pa** (Lord have mercy on me a sinner) "it wasn't me" they said as the missiles sped at houses they fled while afghanistan bled "it wasn't me" i said as i sat well fed the newspaper read they've but gra** for bread And we eat ourselves to d**h