Mormon Tabernacle screaming round the bend:
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Your ship is coming in,
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your ship is coming in.
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And all the economic forecast predict:
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My ship is coming in,
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my ship is coming in.
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(Tongues)
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Insects and bugs, arachnids and slugs:
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Crawling down my leg,
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crawling down my leg.
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All the disregarded blood sausage saints:
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Pawing out for change,
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pawing out for change.
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(Tongues)
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Leather briefcase, corporate waves:
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They're packing in the train.
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But I can part the waves,
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right down my spine.
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They're ozing down my spine.
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It's like a tongue of fire,
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I've got a tongue of fire.
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(Tongues)
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I make the soup - a thick gravey soup.
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Come and get your spoons,
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I'm a world prophet.
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Look at my shoes.
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(I've got size 12 shoes)
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I've only got half a foot.
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(Prophets don't fear the bottle)
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Walking over puddles,
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I'm a world prophet.
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I make the soup - a thick gravey soup.
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Come and get your spoons,
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I'm a world prophet.
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Put on your suits,
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your dark navy suits.
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Get back into the streets,
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and make a profit - a false profit.
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World Profit
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| Alice Donut |
