I found a new religion yesterday
I just cleared immigration, J.F.K.
A priest got in a Cadillac
The shoes shined, Bart sang gospel
As God and his accountants drove away
You'll see him coast to coast on live TV
In a stadium rocked by Satan just the night before
The gladiators will come back

Action from the faithful
It is tax-free, it will pay for
His presidential campaign and his yacht
And we all bow down
We bow down to the big wedge
And we'll buy ourselves some heaven here on earth
We sell our souls
We sell our souls to the big wedge
Are we sailing out to a world far, far today?
The surgeon checks your plastic on the floor
A Casio concerto entertains you while you're home
Your credit rating's good for a man who's got a good heart

A Madonna or a Bardo
A Dali or Picasso for his war
You're looking good
You're looking good with big wedge
Are you holding back tomorrow or far today?
They're driving in
They're driving in the big wedge


Are we sailing out to a world far, far today?
You'll settle the ground beneath your feet
You'll sell your oil, you'll sell your chips
Your ideals and integrity
Your culture and your history
Your children into slaves
Slavery to labour in the factories
Your mother and your family
You'll sell the world eventually
A-a-a-a-a, a-a-a-a, a-a-a-a-a
C-I-N-F and C-I-A
There's just no difference, they're all the same
It all depends on what's your point of view
America, America, the big way
I'm not buying your tomorrow or today
We promise this, the promise is a big wedge
And the break don't light your heart another day
When you find out that you left it just too late
And you find that you're the only one to blame
That you're so down to tomorrow, yesterday
It's my big wedge
You're so down for my big wedge
For my big wedge
For my big wedge
It's my big, it's my big, it's my big wedge
This ride isn't, this ride isn't in the seabed
I'm talking about the big wedge
I'm talking about the big wedge
I'm talking about the big wedge
Talking about the big wedge
This ride isn't in the seabed