I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK
A priest got in a Cadillac, the shoe shine boy 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 collection from the faithful is tax free
It'll 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 on earth
We sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone
A Casio concerto entertains you while you hold
Your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot
A Dali or a Picasso for his wall

You're looking good, looking good with big wedge
Are you holding back tomorrow for today?
They're driving in, driving in with big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

You'll sell the ground beneath your feet
You'll sell your oil, you'll sell your trees
You ideals and integrity your culture and your history
Your children into slavery to labour in their factories
Your mother and your family
You'll sell the world eventually
The IMF and CIA; there's just no difference they're all the same!
It just depends on what's your point of view
America, America the big wedge
And they're buying your tomorrow up today
With promises, the promises of big wedge and they'll break them
And they'll break them like your hearts another day
When you find out that you've left it just too late
And you find that you're the only one to blame
That you sold out your tomorrow yesterday
For Big Wedge
You sold out for the Big Wedge
For the Big Wedge
For the Big Wedge
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I'm talkin' about the Big Wedge!
I'm talkin' about the Big Wedge!