Big Wedge

I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration jfk

A priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel

As God and his accountants drove away.

You'll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium

Rocked by satan just the night before

The collection from the faithful is tax free

It'll pay for his presidential campaign and his yacht

And we all bow down, we bow down to the big wedge

And we'll buy ourselves some heaven on earth

We sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge

Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone

A casio concerto entertains you while you hold

Your credit rating's good for a madonna or a bardot

A dali or a picasso for his wall.

You're looking good, looking good with big wedge

Are you holding back tomorrow for today?

They're driving in, driving in with big wedge

Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

You'll sell the ground beneath your feet

You'll sell your oil, you'll sell your trees

You ideals and integrity your culture and your history

Your children into slavery to labour in their factories

Your mother and your family

You'll sell the world eventually.

The imf and cia; there's just no difference they're all the same!

It just depends on what's your point of view

America, america the big wedge

And they're buying up your tomorrow with promises

The promises of big wedge and they'll break them

Like your hearts another day

When you find out that you've left it just too late

And find that you're the only one to blame

That you sold out your tomorrow for big wedge