Well it is empty, water has all run dry Seeds they are wasting, no rain falling from the sky Dust is creeping, swallowing all in sight People are weeping, whispering prayers at night Relief is not coming, there is no rain in sight Relief is not coming, the ground's breaking open wide
Crops they will wither, cattle will fade and die Cities will crumble, mountains will turn to sand Capitalism tumbles, no foundation on which to stand They drank they were greedy, they drank all the rivers dry They said it was progress, to build towers to the sky Now building forever, and to the heavens they cry
And when will you ever, ever be grateful And when will you ever, be satisfied And when will you never, take it for granted That which was given and you tossed aside
She's ours for the taking, ours for the raping and to leave gaping holes as she cries To pillage your brother for the blood of your mother is in the end taking away your own life
And when will you ever, ever be grateful And when will you ever, be satisfied And when will you never, take it for granted That which was given and you tossed aside
She's ours for the taking, ours for the raping and to leave gaping holes as she cries