This is a different song, but not unrelated.

THE PRIESTS OF THE GOLDEN BULL (Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Who brought the bomb wrapped up in buisness cards and stained with steak?
Who hires a maid to wash his money?
Who keeps politicians on the take?
Who puts outspoken third worlders in jail just to shut them down?
Oh the lies vary from place to place but the truth is still the same even in this town.

Money junkies all over the world trample us on their way to the bank
They run in every race
Windego.

Third worlders see it first
The dynamite, the dozers
the cancer and the acid rain
The corporate caterpillars come into our backyards
and turn the world to pocket change.

Reservations are the nuclear frontline
Uranium poisoning kills
We're starving in a handful of gluttons
We're drowning in their gravy spills.

Their tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom
you can hear it on their breath
Windego

It's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull
They preach from the pulpit of the bottom line
Their minds rustle with million dollar bills.

They say silver burns a hole in your pocket
and gold burns a hole in your soul
Uranium burns a hole in forever
It just gets out of control.

There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile
He raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked style
He won a crooked vote and he smiled a crooked smile
Windego.

Their tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom
you can hear it on their breath
Windego.

from the album "Coincidence And Likely Stories" (1992 Chrysalis/Ensign Records Canada)

rich r