by The Hippy Coyote
Lining you pockets with silver and gold
You haven't got a dime, the beggar is told
Working extra hours to yell at your crew
You don't trust them to cheat as good as you
Make more, take more, much more money
The beehive swells of poisonous honey
For a pat on the back and a share of the profits (Prophets?)
You don't care where it comes from as long as you've got it
Elders and Brothers help each other
The queen ant is home with a half dozen kids
Hire by faith and marriage won't wait
The church provides your eternal mate
It's a quiet army that sleeps indoors
Business is where they win their wars
It's a secret society blessed by God
There weapon is a tight-fisted money wad
Elders and Brothers help each other
The queen ant is home with a half dozen kids
Hire by faith and marriage won't wait
The church provides your eternal mate
It's a quiet army that sleeps indoors
Business is where they win their wars
It's a secret society blessed by God
There weapon is a tight-fisted money wad
Elders and Brothers help each other
The queen ant is home with a half dozen kids
Hire by faith and marriage won't wait
The church provides your eternal mate
FLUTE SOLO:
It's a quiet army that sleeps indoors...
The Coyote
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