Letra de World Profit

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