Two Dollar Bill by John Goodblood Lyrics
Water for the poor. Ether for the rich
Caviar inside a stew that's cooking in a ditch
The bottle was recycled. The baby's cardboard crib
As man moves through his cycles. The lobster eating bib
The world turns on it's head
Then leaves you hanging by a thread
Bathing in the wine. Coffin as a bed
Shooting pool and dining fine with murder as your bread
Powdering the rifle with a rope around my head
Hang all those disciples. Leaving them off for dead
The blood stains on your dress come from the city gutter
When in vain, take a guess. Man trying to make a dollar
At being a mess
Judge up on the hill, spitting from a screen
Eyes to hate and mouth to kill in your synthethic dream
Low profile in a spotlight. The muslim loving nun
You're certified and notified by sheep all around the sun
How can truth ever reign? With people so desceptive?
In their booths by the chain. Deaf, dumb and blind detective
You can't seem to define, what it is you're really longing
You just stream in the line. Don't think that you're belonging
Don't you, Bill?
Honey for the rat, poison for the snake
Dried up tongue before the cat done left me here to ache
The people stare and mock me when I'm dancing with a ghost
I'd like to see them stop me. Who's the leech. Who is the host?
Your hands tied to the key that unlock all or nothing
You can't swim in this sea. The sharks can tell you're bluffing
They'll go in for the kill before you touch the water
So you'll run to the mill. Don't think you'll dare to bother
Don't you, Bill?
Caviar inside a stew that's cooking in a ditch
The bottle was recycled. The baby's cardboard crib
As man moves through his cycles. The lobster eating bib
The world turns on it's head
Then leaves you hanging by a thread
Bathing in the wine. Coffin as a bed
Shooting pool and dining fine with murder as your bread
Powdering the rifle with a rope around my head
Hang all those disciples. Leaving them off for dead
The blood stains on your dress come from the city gutter
When in vain, take a guess. Man trying to make a dollar
At being a mess
Judge up on the hill, spitting from a screen
Eyes to hate and mouth to kill in your synthethic dream
Low profile in a spotlight. The muslim loving nun
You're certified and notified by sheep all around the sun
How can truth ever reign? With people so desceptive?
In their booths by the chain. Deaf, dumb and blind detective
You can't seem to define, what it is you're really longing
You just stream in the line. Don't think that you're belonging
Don't you, Bill?
Honey for the rat, poison for the snake
Dried up tongue before the cat done left me here to ache
The people stare and mock me when I'm dancing with a ghost
I'd like to see them stop me. Who's the leech. Who is the host?
Your hands tied to the key that unlock all or nothing
You can't swim in this sea. The sharks can tell you're bluffing
They'll go in for the kill before you touch the water
So you'll run to the mill. Don't think you'll dare to bother
Don't you, Bill?