What God Wants, Part III

Don't be afraid, it's only business

The alien prophet sighed

The vulture and the magpie took

The cash box from its hook

The monkey in the corner

Wrote the figures in his book

Crazed the checkout lady's fingers

Flash across the till

And the captain posts the menu of the day

And in banks across the world

Christians, Moslems, Hindus, Jews

And every other race, creed, colour, tint or hue

Get down on their knees and pray

The raccoon and the groundhog neatly

Make up bags of change

But the monkey in the corner

Well he's slowly drifting out of range

Christ, it's freezing inside

The veteran cries

The hyenas break cover

And stream through the meadow

And the vet rolls in

To his bottle of gin

So he picks up a stone

That looks like a bone

And the bullets fly

And the rivers run dry

And the fat girls sigh

And the network anchor persons lie

And the soldier's alone

In the video zone

But the monkey's not watching

He's slipped out to the kitchen

To pile the dishes

And answer the phone