Your thrift's as good as the profit of a yell hen.

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Your thrift's as gude as the profit o' a yeld hen.

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I must swindle.

Hospitals are run for a profit.
Colleges are run for a profit.
Temples are run for a profit.
I must swindle to pay them.
11.10.2010

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Shout It Out

(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Everybody listen to me
Put a smile on your face
Theres no reason to be gloomy
This worlds a wonderful place
So when I say again happy
Shout it out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
Hey there little girl dont be sad
Theres such good times to be had
Count your blessings one by one
Lifes a ball, after all have some fun
I said cmon get happy, shout it out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
Now theres good feeling you can taste
While theres music lifes no waste
While theres great things happening
Theres no end to the joy life can bring
I said cmon get happy, shout it out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
As long as theres somebody you can love
As long as bright stars shine above
Youve got no reason to be blue
Think what it means when all your dreams come true
I said cmon get happy, shout it out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
I said now there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
There is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
Shout it out

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Blessed Are The Peacemakers Terminated!

If war is a million dollars
a minute industry?
Or a billion dollars!

Then vested productive
effort those producing
weapons of profit war

weapons of mass destruction
finance target budget a policy
maintaining profit established...

Bloody Status Quo!


This tradition conservative
policy
kill the enemy peacemaker

let the peacemaker
inherit the earth
all six foot of earth.

Is merely good business sense!

But would you really
want to kill
Osama Bin Laden?


Ah there is the rub
rub out peacemaker
profit threatening peacemaker!

But kill Osama Bin Laden?
No! Put a huge advert bounty
on his head but do not kill him dead!

My God! No! That would be bad for business!

Osama Bin Laden! The man’s inspirational!
He’s so good so good for sales killing business!
Man is a killing weapons selling phenomena!


The most wanted man on the planet?
This is a powerful catchy him not slogan!
This is sensational weapons salesmanship hype!

Is he really wanted?
A 25 million dollar pay out
for legendary dead or alive!

Is extremely bad investment... in promotion killing business!

We cannot be having real death of top gun!
Death of a Salesman weapons selling phenomena!
Agencies assist escape of top terrorist selling profit gun gun gun!


Terminate peacemakers!

John F. Kennedy!
Malcolm X!
Martin Luther King!

Enemies of State
Orchestrated; Profit
Producing Vietnam War!

War incited in Vietnam Laos Cambodia!
Keep rolling red dice dealing death death death of innocents!
Profit Profit Profit for Masters Making! Creating New International Wars!


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Thomas Hardy

The Comet at Valbury or Yell'ham

I

It bends far over Yell'ham Plain,
   And we, from Yell'ham Height,
Stand and regard its fiery train,
   So soon to swim from sight.

II

It will return long years hence, when
   As now its strange swift shine
Will fall on Yell'ham; but not then
   On that sweet form of thine.

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Something goes wrong, I yell at them -""Fix it""- whether it's their fault or not. You can only really yell at the players you trust.

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Let's Go Trippin

Alright, right now
Everytime we've been here
We've asked you to do one thing for us
And that, that one thing is to help us out
And yell something
Alright
And the thing we want you to yell
Three words"let's go trippin'"
We want you to yell out on the count of three OK?
One, Two, Two-and-a-half, Three
LET'S GO TRIPPIN'!
Yeah, baby!
Instrumental
Thank you
Thank you very much

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Some-Times

Sometimes I want to cry
Sometimes I want to touch the sky
Sometimes I want to yell why

Sometimes I feel like I fell
Sometimes I want to yell

Sometimes I want to cry
Sometimes I want to fly

Sometimes I want to ask why? why? why?

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Rebel Yell

In the midnight hour!!!
Last night my little dancer, came dancing to my door
Last night my little angel, came pumping on the floor
She said, oh come on baby! I got a license for love!
...and if it expires, pray help from above!!!..because,
In the midnight hour, she cried more! more! more!
With a rebel yell, she cried more! more! more!...wow!
In the midnight hour babe...more! more! more!
With a rebel yell! more! more! more!...more, more, more!
She dont like slavery...she wont sit and beg.
But when Im tired and lonely, she sees me to bed.
What set you free, and brought you to me, babe?
What set you free!? I need you here by me...because
In the midnight hour, she cried more! more! more!
With a rebel yell, she cried more! more! more!...wow!
In the midnight hour babe! more! more! more!
With a rebel yell...more! more! more!...more, more, more!
Ill walk the ward, for you babe...
A thousand miles for you...
Id dry your tears, of pain...
A million times, for you...
Id sell my soul, for you babe...
For money to burn, for you...
Id give you all...and have none babe!
Justa...justa...justa...justa, to have you here by me! because
In the midnight hour, she cried more! more! more!
With a rebel yell, she cried more! more! more!...wow!
In the midnight hour babe! more! more! more!
With a rebel yell! she cried, more! more! more!...more, more, more!
Oh yeah, little baby!
She wants more!
More! more! more! more! more!
Oh yeah, little angel!
She wants more!
More! more! more! more! more!

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Hesiod

Admire a small ship, but put your freight in a large one; for the larger the load, the greater will be the profit upon profit.

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When morality comes up against profit, it is seldom that profit loses.

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Profit is profit even in Mecca.

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The justification for profit is profit.

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Rebel Yell

Last night a little dancer
Came dancin to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumping on the floor
She said a come baby
Ive got a license for love
And if it expires
Pray help from above
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Owww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
More, more, more
More, more, more
She dont like slavery
She wont sit and beg
But when Im tired and lonely
She sees me to bed
What set you free
And brought you to me, babe
What set you free
I need you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Wowww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
More, more, more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well hes out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it dont mess up his hair
Oww ha
I walk the ward for you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain
A million times for you
Id sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
Id give you all and have none, babe
Just a, just a, just a, just a
To have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Wowww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
More, more, more
Oo yeah, a little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Oo yeah, a little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more, more

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Best Buy, Good Sale, Fine, Sell

ok, you got the best buy
in the history of sales
got this contract
with lesser obligations
but more returns
maximized at most
for your benefit

though, it's scratched
with what?
with some hidden defects

got the best buy today
cheap
tomorrow i will have a good sale
of course, more expensive
for my gain & profit

that's how capitalism works
a third country having the best
buy from the rich country
and sells the same
to its people at a higher cost
of their freedom
and other liberties

ok, fine, if everything is at its highest
sell
what you bought at the cheapest
this is the law
and this will always be the law

when cheap buy
when high, sell

boils down to....

what do i get? yes, profit.

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Feels Good

Take everything that I own
My destination's unknown
If I started to yell
Could you even tell
Would it do any good
Mr. Misunderstood
I'm not asking for change
I know it sounds strange
But it feels kinda good,
Feeling this bad
I'm invincible
At my all-time low
And it feels good,
Yeah feeling this bad
I'm at the end of my rope
I just remembered a joke
Have you heard the one...
About the one I've become

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Which is supposed to mean they're doing something in their broadcasting they would not do is they were simply out to maximize profit; if they were really public service institutions, not purely profit maximizing institutions.

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(W – 2011) Laiku 244

Profit & Loss:
Profit for one means loss for another
So aiming to make undue profits is a grievous crime.

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Jails For Profit

If the Americans can have jails for profit, why can't we?
Is there any way we could get our politicians to agree?
Because it is extremely expensive to keep a man in jail,
And there must be a cheaper way to do it in great detail.

Why do we call them correctional facilities instead of jails
Is it our early release system, the good food or our easy bails?
Is there something we need to know to improve our organization?
The huge expense, the overcrowding without an explanation.

Why is this subject so shunned by our comfortable politicians?
Unfortunately we have Trudeau’s Charter and soft conditions,
Without referendums or recall so nothing will be done,
Can’t have jails for profit and no questions please, so they won.

Dec 20th,2010

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The New American Way

quit banging the drums of war!
war was never meant to be
a means of economic survival...
much less profitable....
human lives mean nothing!
freedom and democracy
are a hoax... a drug
administered through the
late night tv news....
we're not trying to liberate anyone,
it's all profit and loss....
profit to the War Machine...
loss... of lives, any sense of morality
and/or human decency.

it's easy to sell....
just tell the people they're
our enemies... that they're
out to get us.
you dont have to prove
anything...
no weapons of mass destruction
needed... just the fear
created by implanting the thought!

profit justifies anything...
the new American Way!

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