Текст песни Pie In the Sky - Cisco Houston
                                                Long-haired 
                                                preachers 
                                                come 
                                                out 
                                                every 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                tell 
                                                you 
                                                what's 
                                                wrong 
                                                and 
                                                what's 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                when 
                                                asked 
                                                how 
                                                about 
                                                something 
                                                to 
                                                eat
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                will 
                                                answer 
                                                in 
                                                voices 
                                                so 
                                                sweet:
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                eat, 
                                                bye 
                                                and 
                                                bye
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                that 
                                                glorious 
                                                land 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Work 
                                                and 
                                                pray, 
                                                live 
                                                on 
                                                hay
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                get 
                                                pie 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                die.
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                    a 
                                                lie
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                starvation 
                                                army 
                                                they 
                                                play
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                sing 
                                                and 
                                                they 
                                                clap 
                                                and 
                                                they 
                                                pray
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Till 
                                                they 
                                                get 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                coin 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                drum
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                they'll 
                                                tell 
                                                you 
                                                when 
                                                you're 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                bum:
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                gonna 
                                                eat, 
                                                bye 
                                                and 
                                                bye, 
                                                poor 
                                                boy
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                that 
                                                glorious 
                                                land 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                sky, 
                                                way 
                                                up 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                Work 
                                                and 
                                                pray, 
                                                live 
                                                on 
                                                hay
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                get 
                                                pie 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dirty 
                                                lie
 
                                    
                                
                                                Holy 
                                                rollers 
                                                and 
                                                jumpers 
                                                come 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                holler, 
                                                they 
                                                jump, 
                                                lord, 
                                                they 
                                                shout
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                your 
                                                money 
                                                to 
                                                jesus 
                                                they 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                will 
                                                cure 
                                                all 
                                                troubles 
                                                today
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                eat, 
                                                bye 
                                                and 
                                                bye,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                that 
                                                glorious 
                                                land 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                sky, 
                                                way 
                                                up 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                Work 
                                                and 
                                                pray, 
                                                boy, 
                                                live 
                                                on 
                                                hay,
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                get 
                                                pie 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                die.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                fight 
                                                hard 
                                                for 
                                                children 
                                                and 
                                                wife
 
                                    
                                
                                                Try 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                something 
                                                good 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                    a 
                                                sinner 
                                                and 
                                                bad 
                                                man, 
                                                they 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you 
                                                die 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                sure 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                eat, 
                                                bye 
                                                and 
                                                bye
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                that 
                                                glorious 
                                                land 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Work 
                                                and 
                                                pray, 
                                                live 
                                                on 
                                                hay
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                get 
                                                pie 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Workingmen 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                countries, 
                                                unite
 
                                    
                                
                                                Side 
                                                by 
                                                side 
                                                we 
                                                for 
                                                freedom 
                                                will 
                                                fight
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                this 
                                                world 
                                                and 
                                                its 
                                                wealth 
                                                we 
                                                have 
                                                gained
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                grafters 
                                                we'll 
                                                sing 
                                                this 
                                                refrain:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                eat, 
                                                bye 
                                                and 
                                                bye
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you've 
                                                learned 
                                                how 
                                                to 
                                                cook 
                                                and 
                                                to 
                                                fry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chop 
                                                some 
                                                wood, 
                                                it' 
                                                ll 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                good
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                eat 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sweet 
                                                bye 
                                                and 
                                                bye
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes 
                                                you'll 
                                                eat, 
                                                bye 
                                                and 
                                                bye
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                that 
                                                glorious 
                                                land 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                sky, 
                                                way 
                                                up 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                Work 
                                                and 
                                                pray, 
                                                and 
                                                live 
                                                on 
                                                hay
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                get 
                                                pie 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                    a 
                                                lie...
 
                                    
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