Текст песни Church, The - Pharaoh, слова песни Church, The

Текст песни Church, The - Pharaoh

Church, The - Pharaoh слова песни

Hi to all the people that are selling me
Here`s one straight from the factory
They`ve sewn my eyes up in their sockets
I dip my hand into their pockets

Is there anybody there
I could swear I`m not alone
Show your faces if you dare
Slaving platinum to bone

One big man with a good connection
Takes the whole damn ship in the wrong direction
I don`t mind him misinterpreting me
I hate it when he gets us lost out to sea

Late at night when I`m lying in bed
I`ve got to say a prayer for my daily bread
And early in the morning when I`m still asleep
You sit upon your throne making grown men weep, with boredom

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