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Who brought the bomb wrapped up in business cardsAnd stained with steak?Who hires a maid to wash his money?Who keeps politicians on the take?Who puts outspoken third-worlders in jail Just to shut them down?Oh the lies vary from place to place but the truth is still the same, Even in this townMoney junkies all over the worldTrample us on their way to the bankThey run in every raceWindegoThird-worlders see it first: The dynamite, the dozers, the cancer and the acid rainThe corporate caterpillars come into our backyardsAnd turn the world to pocket changeReservations are the nuclear frontline;Uranium poisoning killsWe're starving in a handful of gluttonsWe're drowning in their gravy spillsTheir tongues are silver forksThere's a lack of wisdom,You can hear it on their breathSongtexteWindegoIt's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bullThey preach from the pulpit of the bottom lineTheir minds rustle with million dollar billsYou say Silver burns a hole in your pocketAnd Gold burns a hole in your soulWell, uranium burns a hole in foreverIt just gets out of controlThere was a crooked man who walked a crooked mileHe raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked styleHe won a crooked vote and smiled a crooked smileWindegoTheir tongues are silver forksThere's a lack of wisdom, You can hear it on their breathWindego Aus Songtexte Mania