Greg Fleming - Corporate Hill Lyrics

Another billionaire in a big old bed
White as a sheet
And almost dead
Friends lining up to pay their respects
Taking bets on who is next

Then the truth came out
He stole and lied
And the world was better off
The day he died
He made a lot of rich men richer still
He's a hero up there on Corporate Hill

They smile and they flatter
And they throw down crumbs
And when we lose our jobs they call us bums
They'll buy you for a dollar
And sell you for ten
And cut your wages back again

On Corporate Hill
The lights shine bright
They got the smartest minds
To make wrong seem right
My Daddy wants me to work harder still
So I can make it up there on Corporate Hill

There's a crowd at the gates
And they're shaking their fists
They aint got enough money
To feed their kids
The market's in flames
And the banks are closed
A dollar aint worth a shake of salt

On Corporate Hill
The flags still fly
"Was that the company fireworks
Lighting up the sky?"
Extra steaks go on the grill
There's some hungry people up on Corporate Hill

And despite their hunger
And their hopeless minds
And their broken hearts up they climbed
Somebody cried
"Make 'em sign
Like they made us do, on the bottom line"

Right at the top they found' em all
Steaks on their plates in the banquet hall
They climbed the tower
They rang the bell
There's some new people now on Corporate Hill

As I sit and watch the city at night
I pray for those who died in the fight
I lost count of all the men I killed
That's the price you pay to stay on Corporate Hill