03. Business As Usual
BUSINESS AS USUAL
January 11, 2012
The king is in the counting room,
counting all his money.
The queen is in the parlor,
eating cakes and honey.
The judge is in the pocket,
the jury’s been hung.
The liberty belle,
you know her neck has been wrung.
It’s all under the table,
it’s all by hook or crook,
back out in the kitchen
someone’s cookin’ the books.
The game is rigged,
the fix is in,
the cards are all marked,
you’re on your own sink or swim.
It’s just business,
business as usual.
There use to be a mountain,
now it’s just a hole,
but looky, for a couple months,
sell a bunch of coal.
There use to be a river,
but the river caught afire,
you might not a heard about it,
paid off the town crier.
there use to be fishes,
there use to be trees,
it’s getting hot in here,
a hundred twenty degrees.
There’s poison in the milk ,
and in the whole shopping list,
there’s poison in the medicine,
for ills that don’t exist.
It’s just business,
business as usual.
Preacher jumpin’ up and down,
thumpin’ on the bible,
burn another city down,
call it a revival.
Apocalyptic promises
might scare you to death,
you don’t need a revelation
to see that it’s a mess.
Seven lords a leapin’,
see how high they jump,
con the marks, cheat the chumps,
slick the suckers, all the bumpkins
have been weaseled and bamboozled
and finagled, they’ve been scammed,
the whole wide world is looking like
the village of the damned.
Who was that masked man
pulling the strings?
He had his thumb upon the scale,
and they were kissing his rings.
His hand was in your pocket,
fingers in the till.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds the hogs
at the trough up on the hill.
They don’t care if you’re hungry,
they don’t care if you cry,
they don’t care if you’re sick or poor,
they don’t care if you die,
It’s just business,
business as usual.
twenty getcha thirty, thirty getcha fourty, fourty getcha
fifty, fifty five, give me the five-five, sixty.
Sixty-one once, sixty two-twice, sixty-three
three times, sixty-five somebody gimme the seventy.
Seventy-five eighty, come on you know you want it, lady,
gotta go, gotta run, eighty-five, ninety-one,
It’s a good’n it’s a deal, gimme da hundred dollar bill
all in, all done, gimme da hundred dollar billion one. Sold!