The Corporate Green Baboon

© gary l. duncan 28march2001

(key of G)

So you crank him up

and he'll dance around the room

with his cellophane lies

and his super-religious broom

but he has no eyes

except for the prince of doom

but he's got reasons....he's got his daddy's reasons

all wrapped up in his faith-based boom

he's a puppet on a silver string

dancing to a liar's tune

he's full of crude oil, cocaine, nukes and a string of secret rooms

down the infinite hallways

of the corporate green baboon

He's the kind of a guy who'll step on ants

and when he can't, he'll step on the cracks

then he'll snap the spine

of another third world country's back

for a bigger buck

or a little bit faster track

and he's dancing to the dead-end tune

of another pack of wall street hacks

(chorus)

So we'll hang him up

then we'll light the fire

while there's still something left

besides bombs and guns and tires

oil slicks and stumps

and another desperate child

as we ride this hindenberg baloon

down his sickening global spiral

......we're falling in the waste land

.......falling in the wasteland

ain't this one hell of a funeral pyre?

(chorus)