Profits of Doom - Clutch

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 profits of doom

Quarterly projections, 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

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

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