PROFIT MAN Lyrics: Greet your morning with one red cracked eye in your empty room Slowly put on your clothes and start your dying in the afternoon You sell your soul to the profit man with the perfect teeth and knowing smile All his promises have been stealing your blood and your life all the while Been drowning out all this empty space Cant drown out the image of your face Oh I'd put down the bottle if you'd just come home Greet my morning with one red cracked eye in the dusky light Slowly take off my clothes and start my dying in the dead of night I'd sell my soul to the profit man with the crooked teeth and crooked smile If his promises would buy me your life and time for a little while Been drowning out all this empty space Cant drown out the image of your face Oh I'd put down the bottle if you'd just come home
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