Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Holy Smoke

Believe in me, send no money,
I died on the cross
and that ain't funny
but my so called friends,
their making me a joke,
they missed out what I said,
like I never spoke
they choose what they want to hear,
they don't tell a lie,
they just leave out the truth
as their watching you die,
saving their souls by taking your money,
flies around shit, bees around honey.

Holy smoke, holy smoke
plenty of bad preachers for the devil to stoke
feed'em in feet first this is no joke
this is thirsty work making holy smoke {yeah)

Making Holy smoke

Jimmy reptile and all his friends
say their gonna be with you at the end
burning records, burning books,
holy soldies Natzi looks
crocodile smile, just wait awhile,
til the t.v. queen gets her makeup clean,
I've lived in fealth and I've lived in sin,
and I still smell cleaner than the shit your in.

Holy smoke, holy smoke,
plenty of bad preachers for the devil to stoke
feed'em in feet first this is no joke
this is thirsty work making holy smoke.

Holy smoke.....(smells good)

They ain't religous and they ain't no fool
when Noah built his cadillac it was cool
two by two they're still going down
and the satellite circus just a left town
I think it's strange and when they're dead
they can have a lincoln for their bed
friend of the president trick of the tale
now they ain't got a prayer, one hundred years in jail.

Holy smoke, holy smoke
plenty of bad preachers for the devil to stoke
feed'em in feet first this is no joke
this is thirsty work making holy smoke.

Making holy smoke

-Iron Maiden

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