Pharoah - The Church

Hi to all the people that are selling me

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