| | Profits Of Doom Lyrics Artist(Band):Clutch
Washed up on a far away shore in the arms of the daughter of the Buffalo. Mamma said he was the chosen one. Reverend said he was the other one. All that pay no mind inside his Econoline. Swallower of Planets, the profits of doom. Quarterly projections, the profits of doom. A caliph, rabbi, and a bishop walk into a bar. One says to the other, “Hey now brother, we haven't gotten very far.” Who's that writing? John the Revelator. He wrote the Book of the 7th Seal. Swallower of Planets, the profits of doom. Quarterly projections, the profits of doom. Genesis and Exodus, Leviticus and Numbers, Gideon is knocking in your hotel while you slumber. Swallower of Planets, the profits of doom. Never trust the white man driving the black van He's just saving all his voodoo for you. Just for you. Never trust the white man driving the black van He's just saving all his voodoo for you. Just for you. If you find some error in Profits Of Doom Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Luke C. for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Profits Of Doom The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Clutch" Music | |
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