Lyrics

London. Lima, Paris, Moscow - Hong Kong, L.A., Sao Paulo
Beijing, Kabul, Tokyo - New Delhi, Stockholm, sweet home - Chicago

this earth belongs to everyone
there are no fucking chosen ones - there are no birthright privileged sons
the power brokers time is done
image of the burning steeple - corporations are not people
here so quickly- happening fast – all we know is nothing lasts…

nothing lasts but our intentions
and the ones we leave to deal with our inventions
there is no karmic class selection
every child is God’s perfection
a trumped up war for one big nation
run by one big corporation
run by one big corporation
watched by every computation …

that ten dollar latte is a must - when I reflect that God is just, Lord I tremble for my country - maid does the dishes and the laundry – think you can hide behind your gates
that your mild ways protect your fate – that these changes will not touch your life
you don’t believe in smoke and strife - still don’t not know there is a deep divide - a fire on your canyon side – what you perceive is just a lie – a paper promise burning bright

so buy another ice cream for your children
eat that fat steak that slaughters millions
but what if it was your son or daughter
drinking shit ditch dirty water?
so give up red meat - send a check - to some NGO you never met
then lay your head upon your pillow - dream a dream of no tomorrow