Psalters Rich Man And Afghanistan Lyrics

i had my good things you had your bad

my skin stayed sterile to the sores you had (Lord have
mercy…)

i distracted my eyes so your Image wouldn't last

I didn't hear the prophets cuz i was talking too fast

Now my tongues dryin up like i'm the "rich man"

Smell smoke start to choke…it's approaching fast I'll come to Lazarus now before i can't pass (Lord have
mercy on me a sinner)

"it wasn't me" they said as the missiles sped at houses
they fled while afghanistan bled

"it wasn't me" i said as i sat well fed the newspaper
read they've but grass for bread

And we eat ourselves to death.