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The Priests Of The Golden Bull Lyrics
Who brought the bomb wrapped up in business cards
And stained with
steak?
Who hires a maid to wash his money?
Who keeps politicians on
the take?
Who puts outspoken third-worlders in jail
Just to shut
them down?
Oh the lies vary from place to place but the truth is still
the same,
Even in this town
Money junkies all over the
world
Trample us on their way to the bank
They run in every
race
Windego
Third-worlders see it first:
The
dynamite, the dozers, the cancer and the acid rain
The corporate
caterpillars come into our backyards
And turn the world to pocket
change
Reservations are the nuclear frontline;
Uranium poisoning
kills
We're starving in a handful of gluttons
We're drowning in
their gravy spills
Their tongues are silver forks
There's a
lack of wisdom,
You can hear it on their breath
Windego
It's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull
They preach
from the pulpit of the bottom line
Their minds rustle with million dollar
bills
You say Silver burns a hole in your pocket
And Gold burns a
hole in your soul
Well, uranium burns a hole in forever
It just
gets out of control
There was a crooked man who walked a crooked
mile
He raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked style
He won a
crooked vote and smiled a crooked smile
Windego
Their
tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom,
You can hear it
on their breath
Windego
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