Lee Bains Iii & The Glory Fires The Company Man
Mimi, tell me about old Bull!
Mean and proud even praying in the pew
Putting profits in the black with businessmen on Sunday
Monday morning, beating prophets black and blue
Remember Woodruff Park! Where America's stepkids
Sang, “We Shall Overcome,” and
Were corralled by cops under the Georgia-Pacific sign
And hauled off down Andrew Young!
“Don't ever bite the fingers that feed you,”
Said Pilate, as he washed the invisible hand
So, be good, take care, and Godspeed you
And, lest you forget it
Don't ever trust the Company Man
Hear the poets and professors
Postulate how we all got so robbed
All it takes is one wicked heart, a pile of money
And a chain of folks just doing their jobs
“Don't ever bite the fingers that feed you,”
Said Pilate, as he washed the invisible hand
So, be good, take care, and Godspeed you
And, lest you forget it
Don't ever trust the Company Man
“Don't say I didn't warn you,”
On the Mount we heard Him say
“You've got to serve either me or him.”
We just turned and walked away