Buffy Sainte Marie The Priests of the Golden Bull

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 thirdworlders 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 Thirdworlders see it first: The dynamite, the dozers, the cancer and the acid rain The corp