They build idols for themselves Then they worship them Created in their image Made of hard cement Noble men they call themselves With mirrors on their wall Telling them they are the fairest Richest than them all
Your hunger never ends Your stiff neck never bends Like vultures wait and fly For some poor soul to die
Higher profits at all cost Even human lives Never mind who lives or dies Please the one who buys Pour a million tons of oil Watch the oceans boil Pour black smoke in to the sky Watch the children die
