Mimi, tell me about old Bull!
Mean and proud even praying in the pew.
Putting profits in the black with businessmen on Sunday,
Monday morning, beating prophets black and blue.
Remember Woodruff Park! Where America's stepkids
Sang, "We Shall Overcome," and
Were corralled by cops under the Georgia-Pacific sign,
And hauled off down Andrew Young!
"Don't ever bite the fingers that feed you,"
Said Pilate, as he washed the invisible hand.
So, be good, take care, and Godspeed you,
And, lest you forget it,
Don't ever trust the Company Man.
Hear the poets and professors
Postulate how we all got so robbed.
All it takes is one wicked heart, a pile of money,
And a chain of folks just doing their jobs.
"Don't ever bite the fingers that feed you,"
Said Pilate, as he washed the invisible hand.
So, be good, take care, and Godspeed you,
And, lest you forget it,
Don't ever trust the Company Man.
"Don't say I didn't warn you,"
On the Mount we heard Him say.
"You've got to serve either me or him."
We just turned and walked away.
