Drink the Profits

Every time you put a little in For fast returns on a fist of tin Drink the profits Sit in ruins Hammered as a solid gold crown Face down on the Turin shroud Drink the profits Shove the hand out Terraformed A south east storm Where the lights of home blur into one No deal or duty done Dry logic doesn’t taste as good Don’t give you what a headline should You should see each other pale and wasted Fact checking under England’s boot Sink the wreck and hack the firewood You can bet the snake against the lion No one is expecting a good clean fight Drink the profits Don’t you spare a dime Collar up and sneaking through the slums No one would believe it so no one does Drink the profits Leave the makeup on Mother, brick the back door in And we’ll sit and wait with violins Protect the loony bin Dry logic doesn’t taste as good Don’t give you what a headline should You should see each other pale and wasted Fact checking under England’s boot Sink the wreck and hack the firewood The walls are closing in The rose is light deprived and decomposed At least you call it home Dry logic doesn’t taste as good Don’t give you what a headline should You should see each other pale and wasted Fact checking under England’s boot Sink the wreck and hack the firewood