Promised Land - The Ugly Kings

Don’t show me the way to the promised land

If you can be bought

Don’t preach to me words you don’t understand

Just leave me alone

Don’t show me the way to the promised land

If you can be bought

Don’t preach to me words you don’t understand

Just leave me alone

For the promise of gold

But they find only rocks and a never ending deeper hole

Worship the holy temp, pulling the silver strings

Never knowing where they’re going, or what it means

But it won’t be me

Not my promised land, no you won’t find me

At the promised land

They say the truth is written, on a paper wall

But they’ll burn it all down for a promise of a little more

Shake for it shake for it, for that dollar sign

For that golden watch

And the righteous tell their stories like they got the world figured out

Lead your flock to the holy land but you won’t have me

No you won’t have me

No you won’t have me

No you won’t have me

Don’t show me the way to the promised land

If you can be bought

Don’t preach to me words you don’t understand

Just leave me alone

Don’t feed from the hand of the righteous man

While it feeds on the poor

Don’t look into the eyes of the hypnotist

Telling you the one to blame

And they’ll sell our souls, if they play their game

You can tell that faceless man that it won’t be me

Not my promised land, no you won’t find me

At the promised land no

Don’t show me the way to the promised land

If you can be bought