The preachers are always talking in circles
Telling you that you're evil
You ask for a bite to eat;
But this is all they have to say:
Food? You must be crazy!
Some people have, some people don't, and that's fine
There's a pie up in heaven;
And it's the best pie you've ever had!
They're holding a bell
And they try to talk to people at the door
They take away your bread and your monеy
Afterward, this is all they have to say:
Food? You must bе crazy!
Some people have, some people don't, and that's fine (isn't that lovely?)
There's a pie up in heaven;
And it's the best pie you've ever had!
If you work hard for the ones you love
Or if you seek out beauty
Then you're a sinner and a disgrace;
And when you die, you'll burn in hell
But someday, another world is possible
Beyond the rocky mountains
Everyone, join in the work
For the grafters, this is all I have o say:
Food? You must be crazy!
Some people have, some people don't, and that's fine (isn't that lovely?)
There's a pie up in heaven;
And it's the best pie you've ever had!
Food? You must be crazy!
Some people have, some people don't, and that's fine (isn't that lovely?)
There's a pie up in heaven;
And it's the best pie you've ever had!