Letras
All Hail: The King of Kings!
Ow! uh huh
Oh yeah
The labour of man is for pleasure
Working to the dark without treasure
A measley faith only measured
By a fear of foreboding weather
It's the banknote that holdeth the soul, dear
Render to the queen in the image shown
Cast a hook in the water like Peter
Leave the rest in the sewer alone
Because the width of the face
Is the depth of the chase
Leaves you with a thousand woes
The lost think the answer's more loot
The love of money has a deep root
Rich and the poor have the same need
The atheist is powered by greed
It's the banknote that holdeth the soul, dear
Render to the queen in the image shown
Cast a hook in the water like Peter
Leave the rest in the sewer alone
Because the width of the face
Is the depth of the chase
Leaves you with a thousand woes
Ooh - I'm gobsmacked!
I say!
Aaah
Yeah
(in a horrible Churchill impression)
"This will be our finest hour"
'Cause it's the banknote that holdeth the soul, dear
Render to the queen
Cast a hook in the water like Peter
Leave the rest in the sewer alone
Because the width of the face
Is the depth of the chase
Leaves you with a thousand...
Ghof