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<< What God Wants, Part III >>
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--- Roger Waters
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Don't be afraid it's only business
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The alien prophet sighed
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The vulture and the magpie took
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The cash box from its hook
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The monkey in the corner wrote
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The figures in his book
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Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
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Flash across the till
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The captain posts
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The menu for the day
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And in banks across the world
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Christians Moslems Hindus Jews
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And people of every
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Race creed colour tint or hue
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Get down on their knees and pray
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The raccoon and the groundhog
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Neatly make up bags of change
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But the monkey in the corner
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Well he's slowly drifting out of range
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Christ it's freezing inside
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The veteran cries
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The hyenas break cover
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And stream through the meadow
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And the fog rolls in
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Though his bottle of gin
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So he picks up a stone
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That looks like a bone
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And the bullets fly
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And the rivers run dry
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And the fat girls sigh
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And the network anchor persons lie
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And the soldier's alone
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In the video zone
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But the monkey's not watching
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He's slipped out to the kitchen
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To pile the dishes
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And answer the phone
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What God Wants, Part III
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| Pink Floyd |
