Orpheus in the Underworld Rick Springfield

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Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my freak flag unfurled
Drinkin' wine with
Orpheus in the Underworld

The modern robber barons, still rеign from their snake pit
While you еlect another president: just a different hypocrite
Colt Brothers, Goldman Sachs all run, the world as they see fit
As they turn the planet into dust, and your children's lives to shit
But the kings desiring peace, rid themselves of jewels they've hurled
Into the fires of Orpheus, in the Underworld

There was a time Time Magazine, ran the cover "Is God Dead?"
No one knew the answer, at least nobody said
I waited for the virgin queen to say "Come on back to bed"
But God in all his wisdom, busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then, but I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered in by Orpheus, in the Underworld