Moneychangers – Lyrics

Cruisin’ on the boozin’ roads, a pilgrim for the rye
Now I still have a drink or two, it’s all I can afford
Since the moneychangers built their temples higher than the lord’s

Average Joe, pimp ass ho, decked out in the bling
There ain’t nothing wrong with a little hip-hop but product positioning
Has ripped the heart out of the art and turned it to a trend
Watch the moneychangers rub their hands and reap the dividends

Chairman Mao’s long march is done in fancy limousines
They traded in for a golden cow and a magic bag of beans
Listen closely, hear the laughter echo down the halls
Of the moneychangers temples built higher than the walls

Don’t just blame the USA, don’t just blame the USA
Anne Coulter’s silk lingerie has fallen to the floor
The right wing fundamentals, the left wing cause du jour
Watch the moneychangers build their temples higher than before

Don’t just blame the USA