all this 'western culture', has blown apart his land.
until we make concessions with the way it's all been planned,
his hate for us is something we'll never understand.
we advertise democracy, then offer it for sale,
but the price goes through the roof,
much like the bombs if payment fails....
to pay the interest on the loans to build some factories,
and extra jobs for the boys back home as burger franchees.
so when your nation's starving, 'cause the wages that we pay
means you can't afford the food they cook 12hrs a day,
or wear the shoes they make so our teenagers can look 'cool'
we'll keep the cycle going until your military rule.
and then, my friend, the arms we've got will cost you more than debt.
an everlasting friendship that we won't let you forget.
all this global enterprise truly goes two ways-
you give us your resources
-we'll give you bigger chains.
it's a war against war against war.
with words about words about words on a wall.
hands on the arms deal,
'here's some more!'
there goes the wages-
there go the jobs, and here come the poor.
white men trade, and we all get slaves
making the trainers we can't afford....
we look to the sky when we want to know why.
we look to the ground when we get 'profound'
'here comes a plane' to deliver again
and we get to our knees and pray that it's food.
nobody explained, who didn't have a suit on
and nobody complained 'cause we didn't understand.
we're more worried about the rains
and where to get some food from-
they may say they're running the country-
but it's us living off the land....
we saw the ad,
and bought the box.
and saw the ad, and lots of clocks
and ties. and tightness.
so much tightness.
but the money key fits all the locks.
importation ran amok when all his greed escaped the box.
we learned to yearn for more than what we needed-
and then the value dropped.....
we took for granted all we had.
but prices only raised the cost
of living without joining in such soul degrading culture loss.
so then we had to fight to save ourselves from losing proper jobs,
then fight again to get the ones where corporations were our boss.
you'd recognise the name-
as it's on your t-shirt and your socks
or skyward, advertising gas on baseball caps in parking lots.
Edited by shrooma, 10 March 2013 - 03:57 AM.