Lyrics:
into this world
Bury your head
Paint the town red
Savour the sand
Fat of the land
Bury your head
Paint the town red
Savour the sand
Fat of the land
to hold it firm
This man's got the better of me for the second time now
And I can live of the fat of the land if the riverman can
And he can
So would you
Street why not take a chance
It's a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
Nowhere to turn
And he's - movin on up
Taking the fat off the land
Oh no no no don't have to reap what you sew
Just grab whatever you can
Harry had an eye for aesthetics
He
Street why not take a chance
It's a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
Nowhere to turn
Well, here comes Jumbo with a phone in his hand
Bet it's been a while since you seen a real man
Grown up strong on the fat of the land of the free
goin'
Good mornin' glory, hallelujah to you
What is the story, what's been goin' through ya
Livin' like a king of the fat of the land
Workin' like
you goin'
Good mornin' glory, hallelujah to you
What is the story, what's been goin' through ya
Livin' like a king of the fat of the land
Workin'
a chance
It's a vulture culture, never lend a loser a hand
Just a vulture culture, living off the fat of the land
Nowhere to turn around and catch your
enough
Heads are bent and hearts beat slow like the dyin' of a man
Prayin' man, prayin' man
Salt of the earth and fat of the land
Prayin' man, prayin' man
Golden hills, you climb high
At the top, licking hairy pie
Skip Jack got a lucky hand
Living on the fat of the land
New roads travel smooth
No
off the fat of the land
Mama she died too young
Papa and me we stayed on the run
Gave up my mama's words for a life on the run
Gave up my mama's words
Destroyer, hambeast
The fat of the land
Destroyer, landwhale
Rumbling
Consumer, blinded
Victim of the now
Deluded, lied to
Following
You get what
Destroyer, hambeast
The fat of the land
Destroyer, landwhale
Rumbling
Consumer, blinded
Victim of the now
Deluded, lied to
Following
You get what
leech upon the fat of the land
In the name of profit and power
You are scum of the earth
You are scum of the land
The scum of the earth
Is the race
from Jim
That he's always make sure I'd understand
And that is that there's a certain way
That a man must swim
If he expects to live off
Of the fat
swim
If we expect to live off of the fat of the land
Open the door, Richard
I've heard it said before
Open the door, Richard
Heard his name before
swim
If we expect to live off of the fat of the land
Open the door, Richard
I've heard it said before
Open the door, Richard
Heard his name before
scammin'
Was fryin' in the fat of the land, now your man is mashin'
We back of the class and laughin', you raisin a hand and tattlin'
Mike shitted in your
you'll go to hell
You go to hell
So you're living high and mighty
Rich off the fat of the land
Just don't dispose of your natural soul
'Cause you
you'll go to Hell
So you're living high and mighty
Rich off the fat of the land
Just don't dispose of your natural soul
'Cause you know darn well
crowds
Pillheads and the rest who come to hear
But things were fine when we
Made the money roll
Living off the fat of every land
Slept with girls who
take time over blisters any week
And live off the fat of the (live off the fat of the) live off the fat of the land
[ ac.guitar ]
Well as long as they
away with it
Poverty in their kitchens
Held hostage by oil-for-food
Yet their own plates are full of the fat of their lands
There's no blood
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