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You played sapphire to the swineWith his chalices of wineAnd his niece who wears your penis like a crownAll that power has escaped youThough you toiled all the day throughWith the promise of a hummer and a poundAnd I don't know what to do for youI could draw you a picture of the world and a screwI could've loved you but your dreams are on fireAnd your prophet is a banker and a liarAnd if their money don't fulfil youThere are medicines that will doAll the thinking for you so you can relaxThe poison kiss of easy livingFull of shit and unforgivingTo the ? who rest its burden on their backsAnd I don't know what to do for youI could draw you a picture of the world and a screwI could've loved you but your dreams are on fireAnd your prophet is a banker and a liarAnd I don't know what to do for youI could draw you a picture of the world and a screwI could've loved you, but your dreams are on fireAnd your prophet is a banker and a liar From Letras Mania