Image Of The Beast - Procol Harum

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 sheikhs 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