Julianda

Heaven

There is no place that I have seen,

no border crossed where I have been

That does not tell a tale of woe

of Mankind's mountainous ego.

It's hard to say which one is worst

each new one or the very first

No limit to the rampant greed,

the search for excess to exceed

There is no shame to take it all

and then confess to Heaven

Confessors too are paid in full

with just a gentle purse strings pull

A yacht upon a turquoise sea,

no not to rent, one just for thee

And billions in a secret place

almost impossible to trace

Just sell more Heaven real estate,

the "Beverly Hills at Pearly Gates"

A lot next to a sleeping Saint,

or John or George or JFK

But that's the future and this is now,

let's find another fat cash cow

Let's k*ll and steal and lie and cheat,

then pass the blame and make it neat

But hey who cares no need to hide

it's what we do and do with pride

There's not a law I cannot break,

there is no bribe I would not take

No tusk or skin I would not sell,

its Heaven on Earth and

you can all go to Hell

Graham Russell

(Air Supply)