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On Prostitute Hill by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) from the album Scared of America – Volume Three.
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On Prostitute Hill lyrics
Like Judas Iscariot of old
You sell your people out for pieces of gold
Some believe that in you they can trust
But you’re as truthful as fairy dust
You spit on the poor and the sick
Passing laws to make your masters rich
As you take a piece of the pie
Growing fat on corruption and lies
You sure eat well and get your fill
Up on Prostitute Hill
Sitting on K-Street making the deals
Big business greases your turning wheels
The art of corruption is your game
People are ashamed to say your name
You’re a criminal in a coat and a tie
But in the end, like us all, you’ll die
‘Shovel the money into a sack
Don’t care about you, I’m alright jack’
Will it cure all your ills?
Up on Prostitute Hill
Will it cure all your ills?
Up on Prostitute Hill
Senators bribed by Big Pharma
Watch out for instant karma
We hope you’ll fall real hard
And tumble down like a pack of cards
How much more money do you need
To satisfy your never ending greed?
The cancer of corruption continues to grow
You sold your soul a long time ago
America oh America to who do you pray?
What drives you on day after day?
Will you ever unite and be one?
Or always live by the rule of the gun?
Or always live by the rule of the gun?
Or always live by the rule of the gun?
Guns and money both do kill
Your hunger can never be fulfilled
Where there’s a way, there’s a will
Down comes tumbling Jack and Jill
They sniffed and swallowed a bitter pill
Their innocence sold up on Prostitute Hill
The House of ill Repute fills
Bursting at the seams with dollar bills
They say you can’t buy a thrill
There’s plenty to be bought up
On Prostitute Hill, on Prostitute Hill, on Prostitute Hill
Like Judas Iscariot of old
You sell your people out for pieces of gold
Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
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