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 Were starving in a handful of gluttons Were drowning in their gravy spills Their tongues are silver forks Theres a lack of wisdom, You can hear it on their breath Windego Its 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 Theres a lack of wisdom, You can hear it on their breath Windego Artist Buffy Sainte-Marie https://youtube/watch?v=hX_AhL2SsUs
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 20:26:13 +0000
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