Big Wedge

I found a new religion yesterday

I'd just cleared immigration - JFK

My priest got in a Cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel

As God and his accountants drove away

You'll see him coast to coast on live T.V

In a stadium rocked by Satan just the night before

The collection from the faithful it is tax free it will pay for

His presidential campaign and his yacht

And we all bow down, we bow down to the Big Wedge

And we'll buy ourselves some heaven here on earth

We sell our souls, we sell our souls for Big Wedge

Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

The surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone

A Casio concerto entertains you while you hold

Your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot

A Dali or Picasso for his wall

You're looking good, you're looking good with Big Wedge

Are you holding back tomorrow for today?

They're driving in, they're driving in the Big Wedge

Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

You'll sell the ground beneath your feet

You'll sell your oil, you'll sell your trees

Your ideals and integrity, your culture and your history

Your children into slavery to labour in their factories

Your mother and your family

You'll sell the world eventually

The IMF and CIA; there's just no difference they're all the same

It all depends on what's your point of view

America, America the Big Wedge

And they're buying your tomorrow up today

With promises, the promises of Big Wedge

And they'll break them like your hearts another day

When you find out that you've left it just too late

And you find that you're the only one to blame

That you sold out your tomorrow yesterday

For Big Wedge

You sold out for the Big Wedge

For the Big Wedge

For the Big Wedge

They're driving in, they're driving in the Big Wedge

They're driving in, they're driving in the Big Wedge

I'm talkin' about the Big Wedge!

I'm talkin' about the Big Wedge!