What Are You Working For - Big Country

There was a crooked man and he wore a crooked smile

He built a crooked highway and it ran for miles and miles

With money from the revenue and sponsorship from Ford

But it barely holds together with the goodwill of the Lord

In the penthouse of the baron, the little children sleep

Daddy talks to smugglers while armed gorillas creep

Poison for the great unwashed, business for the mob

Another teenage murder, it’s trouble on the job

Now I see what I must see

The poor do time the rich go free

You keep the faith and they keep score

Is this what you are working for

A newsleak in the city, another scandal breaks

Sex and drugs in city hall, someone on the make

Legal bounty hunters aim their lawsuits well

The victim talks to Playboy says I guess I’ll go to hell