Hot sun is burning, for years on this sacred ground And the wheels are turning, pulling the inside out
There's a mountainside with a hole in the ground, The workers in shifts going round and around The company gets what the market wants, and A downturned economy is pushing up the costs
So the working man's still digging, And the farmer still needs the rain The black man didn't get the rent for his land, But the companies shares are still making gains
Smoke stack is rising, and a drill is turning under the sea And the numbers are turning, in the marketplace
Do you see - All the Truth and Lies? Open your eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
