The world is your oyster
And it rests in your hands
But the oyster is dying
When the gun is the soul of a man
And as you drown in a pool of caviar
The stars shine above
You ignore the beauty and the miracle of life
And all you money drips with blood.
Well I wanna make merry
But my head is a wasp
And the notion of kindness
Is a joke and an albatross
And as you drown in a pool of caviar
The stars shine above
You ignore the beauty and the miracle of life
And all you money drips with blood.
And as you drown in pool of caviar
The stars shine above
You become the carcass of a heartless slob
And all you money drips with blood.
And what about the piglet?
Or the sturgeon's roe?
Or those fellow species with their fortunes told?
They don't share the value of a sausage roll
And all your money drips with blood.
Artist: Donna Loren
Artist: High Holy Days
Artist: Jim O'rourke