Those who commit corporate and political greed, the powerbrokers of the world who broker for evil, pay for it in karma; they sacrifice their beauty.

same as above

I've been a paralegal for years, have watched corporate powerbrokers crush innocent bystanders - and each other - to consummate deals which never even panned out. This is a song of disgust and disdain.

The Devil's Chevy
All words and music by Eve L. Rantzer
(P)© 2002 Rantzer Publishing/BMI, all rights reserved.

For Kevin Wray, who beat the shit out of the Devil in Federal Court.
The Devil lost on appeal

1.
There's a man who's a medicine maker, and he takes his cash up front,
Like a pusher in his palace, he waters down his stuff,
And he ships it in his aeroplane, to the lands of the sick and poor,
When the 'Times reporter nails him,
He says, "Boys, I didn't know...."

CHORUS

Well, you can ride in the Devil's Chevy and he'll even let you drive,
You can floor it on his desert highway thinkin' that it's great to be alive;
But when you try to get to water, he will laugh behind your eyes,
One mile from the river, that's where beauty dies.

2.
Well, he's always re-elected, he's the big boy at the club,
He's a sureshot for the Big One, the First Lady calls him ... Trouble;
And his prostitutes are movie stars, and his hits are public paid,
He's smart enough to turn around, but he's dumb enough to keep gettin' laid,

Well, you can ride in the Devil's Chevy and he'll even let you drive,
You can floor it on his desert highway thinkin' you're the king of shuck & jive;
But when you try to get to water, he will laugh behind your eyes,
One mile from the river, that's where beauty dies.

Well, there's secret talks at the plastics plant, that all the fish have died,
And the children all are gettin' sick from drinkin' water laced with cyanide,
And they've notified their lawyers, who have notified their lawyers
Who could not be reached for comment at their condos at Cape Snide;

Well, you can ride in the Devil's Chevy and he'll even let you drive,
You can floor it on his desert highway thinkin' that you finally have arrived;
But when you try to get to water, he will laugh behind your eyes,
One mile from the river, that's where beauty dies. (Repeat)