The Trapper and the Furrier
The trapper and the furrierWent walking through paradiseAnd all the animals lay clawlessAnd toothless before themAnd all the mothers stepped away from their babiesLeaving them open and easy to handle
The trapper and the furrierWent walking through paradiseThey took some for nowAnd they got some for laterAnd they marveled at the pelts,Not a bullet-hole in ’emAnd they filled up the cagesWith pets for their children
What a strange, strange world we live inWhere the good are damnedAnd the wicked forgivenWhat a strange, strange world we live inThose who don’t have, loseThose who got, get givenMore, more, more, more. . .
The owner and the managerWent walking through paradiseAnd all the shelves were filledWith awards and achievementsAnd on every corner a power presentationAnd on every floor an army of workers
The owner and the managerWent walking through paradiseAnd all their charts showedSo much promise and progressNo sick days, no snow days, no unions, no taxesAnd they wandered towards home,Kings of their castles
What a strange, strange world we live inWhere the good are damnedAnd the wicked forgivenWhat a strange, strange world we live inThose who don’t have, loseThose who got, get givenMore, more, more, more. . .
The lawyer and the pharmacistWent walking through paradiseAnd all the sick were around themWith fevers unbreakingCrying and bleeding and coughing and shakingAnd arms outstretched, prescription collecting
The lawyer and the pharmacistWent walking through paradisePressed suits in the courtroomAroma of chloroformAnd they smiled at the judge,Dispositions so sunny’cause they didn’t have the cure but sure needed the money
What a strange, strange world we live inWhere the good are damnedAnd the wicked forgivenWhat a strange, strange world we live inThose who don’t have, loseThose who got, get givenMore, more, more, more