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Friday, 2 September 2011

The Priests of the Golden Bull: Video-Lyrics

Note: the Windego monster to Cree people is like the Vampire is in Europe; it's a metaphor for mindless greed that cannibalizes indiscriminately for the satisfaction of only itself.

Who brought the bomb wrapped 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

Their tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom,
you can hear it on their breath
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

Money junkies all over the world
trample us on their way to the bank
They run in every race
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 race 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.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is amazing, the word spoken creates a ripple and the ripple grows. Babylon is burning. We must be austere and give as much as we can. JAH is ever living, our lives are forever, our souls are gold. Eternity is reality and change is coming.

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