Procol Harum - Image Of The Beast

They're putting up monuments to money Painting them green like dollar bills They're rejoicing in the big banks About the beautiful designs Because they know their pockets will be filled They're on their knees before the TV Praying for their choice to win best Hear 'em cry, "The sky's the limit" Hope's fire will never fade Like the glitter of their favourite idol's dress Kings and queens and sheiks and singers Ghosts and phony light-bringers And always in the image of the beast Crowded 'round the new dictator They're sure that he's the one to trust Adoring all his tricky movements Even though he's gonna lose With everybody caught up in the bust Everybody hits on something Obsessions never will decrease Shekels, Rand, and Pounds, and zeros Creepy priests, iconic heroes And always in the image of the beast And always in the image of