A song by J.D. Sage
They're a-building a highway to Heaven
Multinationals sure know how.
And he'd like to cruise on up there with them
Stocks and bonds can help him now
He's seen them cruising on their highways
in Porche, or Rolls, or Mercedes
And he'd like to cruise on up there with them
Doesn't need our Purgatory.
Works on Sunday, always more money
He doesn't know the world is round
And he's a-building a ladder to Heaven
But he never gets off the ground.
Francs and Yen, don't count on them.
Up bananas, down on cheese.
Buy some more bacon, money's a-raking
Debts and pesos are just like fleas.
Social programs must be squeezed.
Marks of the masses, that's graffiti
Grows in worlds of anarchy
But their swimming pools are clear as the rivers,
Clear as the rivers used to be.
Hot stocks and greed don't help the scenery.
Paper empires don't plant trees.
And Mr. Dow Jones, he likes neutrality.
IMF and banks are pleased.
Brokers conscience sure takes a beating
When Yen and Mark and Pound go down.
You like the gold, weapons are better
Till the economy's good and sound.
Sure, the economy's good and sound.
Francs and Yen, don't count on them.
Up bananas, down on cheese.
Buy some more bacon, wars are a-breaking
And arms Dealers sure look pleased.
Hot stocks pollute and people shoot
Start the wars and cut the trees
And fields of mines don't stop the children
Little worlds of amputees.
And Arms Dealer's hands are clean.
And stock holders haven't seen.
Chorus
Ah, but you'll all know one day
Progress comes in many ways
Corporate conscience is so wry
And our good works, will you deny?
They are building ladders to Heaven
But they never get off the ground.
And we're all building our ladders to Heaven
But we never get off the ground.
Now we're still stuck on the ground.
