The powdered milk That the adverts sell To third world mothers Deprived and ill The little tins Of milk-white-lies For the starving child That wants Yet dies
Lured away From the mother's breast By lies imported from the west She cannot keep the bottle clean She cannot read the little tin Sees the picture clean and white But never taught to read and write The company that offers the bribe For the deaths of a thousand kicks Inside
To some people money means more than life But only when it's someone else's life Nestles' company pocket fillers They're sucking from those tiny bellies More money for the baby-killers Breath Life Death LiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
