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A rampant verse, questioning why we continually worship false prophets and leaders ....

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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 assumed 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 can buy you whatever you want

This preening peacock this one-man band
Points at the crowd 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 can 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
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 can buy you whatever you want

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from The Revelator Song, released November 27, 2018
Peter Baxendale - mandolin and vox
Jesse Jacobs - violins
Robbie Jalapeno - vox and guitars
Chrissie Mav - vox
Stuart Robertson - drums
Damien Snow - bass

Words and Music by Robbie Jalapeno
Engineered and mixed by Rob Agostini and Andrew J Robins at Soundbaker Studios and latenite studios
Mastered by AI at Abbey Road Studios

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