paroles de chanson Profit - Sam Burchfield

On a tree there is food to eat
For to feed the hungry people
But we must keep filthy hands away
This garden is a temple
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We built a wall to keep heathens out
So we don't hear their wretched weeping
And a tall
Tall tower
Where the righteous can go
To keep watch while we are sleeping
But the flood will surely come
And the devil laughs
Build another wall
I don't give a damn
Just make a little profit on it
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Inside our wall we must build a church
For to raise our little children
To keep them safe
We must start a war
And we'll hang those who don't listen
But the flood will surely come
And the devil laughs
Build another church
Start another war
I don't give a damn
Just make a little profit on it
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I'm digging a grave for the empty souls
Who chase greed and fear and destruction
I'm digging a hole for a treasure chest
The devil's always workin'