We’re watching
and we’re waiting
and we’re loving
and we’re hating
as the whore of
greed is slowly
passing by
Every thief and
every banker lifts
a frosty mug to
thank her while
the widow wipes
a tear beneath
her eye
But the politician
smiles as the cash
is stacked in piles
while the price of
crude is soaring
to the sky
And the folks who
rule the planet take
the whole damn
thing for granite
plucking fiddles
while the children
slowly die
