The first world's got greedy, we're consuming it all The third world's got hunger and military control This unequal balance is a master plan One gets rich from the other's land
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out for Central America They've got it all worked out for Africa And in our naivety we believe myths and over consume And give them our consent, dying in the shadow of the USA Let them eat bullshit, make the land pay
Make a fast deal with the local elite Then substitute cash crops where once grew wheat Build a cycle of dependence on a starvation diet With food as a weapon, workers stay quiet
And multinational names have blood on their brands From taking an interest in misused lands Del Monte, Tate and Lyle, Ralston Purina Coca-Cola, RTZ and Unilever All packaging lifestyles for the glamorous west Expand the company, exploit the rest
We are not isolated by distance But by greed and our racist history Just a wall's width away Still impossible to see across This space in front on me
It's we who write this history We who guard the money tree We support the companies We stole the colonies
And when the system starts to crack We'll have to ready to give it all back
See the space which lies between the rich and the poor How the space increases as we keep on taking more Keeping that space between us all Is how the West can keep control
With a mission and a cheque book promising aid Posing for the camera, the United Nations man came He talked of control and the terrible drought And the way that the West would bail them out
They he stopped smiling and talked conditions Of mutual aid, of American wishes Sending in aid with sewn on strings If they won't buy arms, then it's pulled back in
Feeding the world American style Col. Sanders has an empire behind his smile Back up the investments with a military regime Then cleverly say, "It's to keep the world free"
But the multinational myths are beginning to fall The poor don't want aid, they want control And if we really want to see the Third World eat We've got to see through the wrapping on the high street
Past barriers of culture that dictate our lives We're busy consuming as the other half dies And the answer's not a question on charity Not whilst profit's still the top priority
So let the glossy shop fronts know what to expect And you bosses of companies And the cycle of hungry children Will keep on going round Until we burn the multinationals to the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
