B. Weaver - Drink the Profits Lyrics

Every time you put a little in
For fast returns on a fist of tin
Drink the profits
Sit in ruins
Hammered as a solid gold crown
Face down on the Turin shroud
Drink the profits
Shove the hand out
Terraformed
A south east storm
Where the lights of home blur into one
No deal or duty done
Dry logic doesn't taste as good
Don't give you what a headline should
You should see each other pale and wasted
Fact checking under England's boot
Sink the wreck and hack the firewood
You can bet the snake against the lion
No one is expecting a good clean fight
Drink the profits
Don't you spare a dime
Collar up and sneaking through the slums
No one would believe it so no one does
Drink the profits
Leave the makeup on
Mother, brick the back door in
And we'll sit and wait with violins
Protect the loony bin
Dry logic doesn't taste as good
Don't give you what a headline should
You should see each other pale and wasted
Fact checking under England's boot
Sink the wreck and hack the firewood
The walls are closing in
The rose is light deprived and decomposed
At least you call it home
Dry logic doesn't taste as good
Don't give you what a headline should
You should see each other pale and wasted
Fact checking under England's boot
Sink the wreck and hack the firewood