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[Verse 1]
Born with a moustache and a supernova
Tossed off the cliffs of Dover
Washed up on a faraway shore in the arms
Of the daughter of the buffalo
Mamma said he was the chosen one
Reverend said he was the other one
All that, pay no mind
Inside his Econoline
[Chorus]
Swallower of planets, the profits of doom
Quarterly projections, the profits of doom
(The prophets of doom)
(The prophets of doom)
(The prophets of doom)
[Verse 2]
A caliph, rabbi, and a bishop walk into a bar
One says to the other
"Hey now, brother, we haven't gotten very far"
Who's that writing? John the Revelator
Who's that writing?
He wrote the book of the seventh seal
[Chorus]
Swallower of planets, the profits of doom
Quarterly projections, the profits of doom