The fields of Eden Are full of trash And if we beg and we borrow and steal We'll never get it back People are hungry They crowd around And the city gets bigger as the country comes begging to town
We're stuck between a rock And a hard place Between a rock and a hard place
This talk of freedom And human rights Means bullying and private wars and chucking all the dust into our eyes And peasant people Poorer than dirt Who are caught in the crossfire with nothing to lose but their shirts