Profit and the Pitfall Lyrics

You can rest of the laurels of your lifetime

Wrapped up in your bloodlines

Out of sight, out of mind

Swallowed by the party line

You sold us all for pot pouri

Made a whore of your country for a mediocrity

And a new conservatory

No more preaching from the pulpit

No more sad boy bullshit

The profit and the pitfall

The profit and the pitfall, oh no

Jesus, save us from the rich

Jesus, save us from the rich

I object I object, I refuse to be used

To fodder the cannons and polish the shoes

I object I object your points of view

When it's not your neck you've got to lose now

This is not a coup de grâce

For the hopeless hearts

When the missile starts, the whistle starts over the top

Collagen kings, silicon queens

Abdicate from your TV screens now

Only the lowly, know how lonely

Only the lowly, know how lonely

And it beats you like a rock

And it will never..stop

Jesus, save us from the rich

Jesus, save us from the rich

And we all fall down, in desolate rows

Then we all fall down, in desolate rows

The profit and the pitfall

The profit and the pitfall, oh no

This one's for you mama!

Jesus, save us from the rich

Jesus, save us from the rich

Jesus, save us from the rich

Jesus, save us from the rich

Ahheeerralll, fuck it