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