Clutch - Profits Of Doom Lyrics

Born with a mustache and a supernova
Tossed off the Cliffs of Dover
Washed up on a far away shore
In the arms of the daughter of the buffalo

Mama 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 projection, the profits of doom
The profits of doom, the profits of doom
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
Who's that writing?
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
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