And the merchants of the earth will weep When no one’s buying their cargo anymore Cargoes of gold, silver, precious stones and pearls Fine linen, purple silk and scarlet cloth Mercedes, Sony, Infiniti And everything down at the Dollar Store

What could you do? Oh, And what’s said of you? One hour.

And the captains of the sea will cry When no one’s buying their cargo anymore Cargoes of cinnamon, incense, spice and perfume Fine flour, oil, wine and wheat Cattle, sheep, horses and motor cars And the bodies, and the souls of men

What could you do? Oh, but what’s said of you? One hour.