Not worth a bag of pepper
You grainy salty Europe
The Christians hold their noses at another peasant birth
That patch of silk you wear is all you're worth
No pinch of pepper on the bird

Not worth a spoon of sugar
In a lady's spot of tea
Pity the poor will never know the joys of ivory
To give Arabian ambrosia to a Cheapside cockney
The fall of the British Crown I'd rather see

Not worth a bale of cotton
Sold at the auction block
When northern aggression puts you out of a job
There are fresh fields elsewhere, new chains and rocks
And everywhere you turn, another cop

They've never seen steel
They touch it and bleed
They'll make for good servants
To wash master's feet
Can't get what they got
Boss says, "Get a job!"
Plenty of shoes to shine
And marble to mop

Not worth a pound of coffee
In a corporation's mug
Thanks to backwards nations, you can save your sweat and blood
"You see, we use wood, dear. And they use mud.
And that's why we look down and they look up."

Not worth a barrel of oil
Sing the air raid lullaby
Pick up screaming little one, run from falling sky
But don't you cry
Rats don't have feelings, not like you and I
They don't go the same place when they die

The world is concrete
Corn, gasoline
Oil, wood, sugar
The dawn's coffee bean
One million children
Or one of our own
Which side weighs more?
A ton of pepper or a ton of gold?

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