Burl Ives - The Deceiver



You are the power and the glory

You are the weakness in defeat

Like the rise and the fall of the British EMpire

You make me sick with your conceit

You are the weakness

You are the sickness that's in my soul

You are you are you are the maker

You are called greed and you're cheat

You are you are you are the deceiver

You are not welcome in my life

You are the maker of illusions

You break up every dream we've ever made

And as I rise up from the ashes

You raise your ugly head you have no shame

Too long you have lain there

Too far too long too strong I will break you hold

You are you are you are the maker

You are called greed and you're a cheat

You are you are you are the deceiver

You are not welcome in my life

You sow the seeds of our destruction

You break up everything we've done

You hold you hands out for forgiveness

You bite the hands the hands that feed

You are the weakness

You are the sickness that's in my soul

You are you are you are the maker

You are called greed and you're a cheat

You are you are you are the deceiver

You are not welcome in my life