Priests of Perdition

Chant ye priests of perdition
Lacking all contrition
Ye who never toil
Trade in oil
Control diamonds, gold
Bought and sold
Ye who worship Mammon

Buy futures pork, orange juice
Goods you'll never see or use
Manipulate prices to the lesser we
Your snouts in the trough greedy swine
Living your false pantomime
Making more money than can be spent
In one lifetime still discontent

Not from need but purest greed
Politicians in your pay
Simply look the other way
As you deal and steal
Cause scars that cannot heal
Whilst your poorer brothers starve and die
On the other side you all pass by
Why?