| They’re putting up monuments to money
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| Painting them green like dollar bills
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| They’re rejoicing in the big banks
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| About the beautiful designs
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| Because they know their pockets will be filled
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| They’re on their knees before the TV
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| Praying for their choice to win 'Best'
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| Hear 'em cry, 'The sky’s the limit'
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| Hope’s fire will never fade
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| Like the glitter of their favourite idol’s dress
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| Kings and queens and sheikhs and singers
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| Ghosts and phony light-bringers
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| And always in the image of the beast
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| Crowded round the new dictator
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| They’re sure that he’s the one to trust
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| Adoring all his tricky movements
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| Even though he’s gonna lose
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| With everybody caught up in the bust
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| Everybody hits on something
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| Obsessions never will decrease
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| Shekels, Rand and Pounds and zeros
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| Creepy priests, iconic heroes
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| And always in the image of the beast |