Clutch - Profits of Doom lyrics

Born with a moustache 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
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 profit's of doom
Quarterly projections, the profit's of doom
(The prophets of doom)
(The prophets of doom)
(The prophets 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 profit's of doom
Quarterly projections, the profit's 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 profit's 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