John Goodblood & The Vultures - Two Dollar Bill | Текст песни

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Water for the poor. Ether for the rich.
Caviar inside a stew that's cooking in a ditch.
The bottle was recycled. The baby's cardboard crib.
As man moves through his cycles. "The lobster eating bib"
The world turns on it's head.
Then leaves you hanging by a thread.
Bathing in the wine. Coffin as a bed.
Shooting pool and dining fine with murder as your bread.
Powdering the rifle with a rope around my head.
You hang all those disciples. Leaving them off for dead.
The blood stains on your dress come from the city gutter.
When In vain, take a guess. Man trying to make a dollar
At being a mess.
Judge up on the hill. Spitting from a screen.
Eyes to hate and mouth to kill in your synthetic dream.
Low profile in a spotlight. The Muslim loving Nun.
You're certified and notified by sheep all around that sun.
How can truth ever reign with people so deceptive?
In their booths by the chain. Deaf dumb and blind detective.
You can't seem to define. What it is you're really longing.
You just stream in the line. Don't think that you're belonging.
Don't You Bill?
Honey for the rat. Poison for the snake.
Dried up tongue before the cat done left me here to ache.
The people stare and mock me when I'm dancing with a ghost.
I'd like to see them stop me.
Who's the leech? And who is the host?
Your hands tied to the key that unlock all or nothing.
You can't swim in this sea. The sharks can tell you're bluffing.
They'll go in for the kill before you touch the water.
So you run to the mill. Don't think you'll dare to bother.
Don't You BIll?

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