The trapper and the furrier
Went walking through paradise
And all the animals lay clawless
And toothless before them
And all the mothers stepped away from their babies
Leaving them open and easy to handle
The trapper and the furrier
Went walking through paradise
They took some for now
And they got some for later
And they marveled at the pelts,
Not a bullet-hole in ’em
And they filled up the cages
With pets for their children
What a strange, strange world we live in
Where the good are damned
And the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don’t have, lose
Those who got, get given
More, more, more, more. . .
The owner and the manager
Went walking through paradise
And all the shelves were filled
With awards and achievements
And on every corner a power presentation
And on every floor an army of workers
The owner and the manager
Went walking through paradise
And all their charts showed
So much promise and progress
No sick days, no snow days, no unions, no taxes
And they wandered towards home,
Kings of their castles
What a strange, strange world we live in
Where the good are damned
And the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don’t have, lose
Those who got, get given
More, more, more, more. . .
The lawyer and the pharmacist
Went walking through paradise
And all the sick were around them
With fevers unbreaking
Crying and bleeding and coughing and shaking
And arms outstretched, prescription collecting
The lawyer and the pharmacist
Went walking through paradise
Pressed suits in the courtroom
Aroma of chloroform
And 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 in
Where the good are damned
And the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don’t have, lose
Those who got, get given
More, more, more, more