Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Pie in the sky, when you die

Long haired preachers come out every night
Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right
But when asked how ‘bout something to eat,
They will answer with voices so sweet
You will eat, bye and bye, in that glorious land above the sky, way up high
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky.
When you die. 

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