The Church - Pharaoh lyrics
[The Church - Pharaoh lyrics]
Here's one straight from the factory
They've sewn my eyes up in their sockets
I dip my hand into their pockets
Is there anybody there
I could swear I'm not alone
Show your faces if you dare
Slaving platinum to bone
One big man with a good connection
Takes the whole damn ship
In the wrong direction
I don't mind him misinterpreting me
I hate it when he gets us lost out to sea
Late at night when I'm lying in bed
I've got to say a prayer for my daily bread
And early in the morning
When I'm still asleep
You sit upon your throne
Making grown men weep, with boredom