The Revelator Song

from by The Bureaucrats

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I heard a sound I could not hear
I saw a vision I could not see
The dark cloud hanging over me
Disappeared. Insecurity.

The Revelator assumes the stand
He cuts a lonely figure with a guiding hand
But he obscures his vision with some fat lump of a ham
Asking for money, holding out his hand

Oh yeah.
Come on.
To think that money will buy you whatever you want

The crowd shuffles and nervously waits
Shifting their bums on their plush cushioned seats
The hush can be heard and damn nearly seen
The Revelator makes his way in

This preening peacock, this one man band
Points his finger and the crowd goes mad
The black and the white, the good and the bad
Made painfully clear with a wave of his hand

Oh yeah.
Come on.
To think that money will buy you whatever you want

What is this game they play
Laughing and crying their feelings away
Can one say what they feel and mean what they say
If the words don't exist at the end of the day

Can one lie with another and yet be alone
Or work for a lifetime for someone else
Won't you please tell me which path is the best
To find fame and fortune or to find success

Oh yeah.
Come on.
To think that money will buy you whatever you want

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from the hotelkeepers' friend, released February 28, 2008

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