From the recording "on the brink of it all"

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Lyrics

Third World Blue
by Greg Englesson

We send them guns not butter
they starve the child’s mother
with terror to those human beings
to wish for freedom this song does sing
Poor hungry peasant man
just trying to free the land
as the woman loves and nurtures growth
the dictators cut these peoples throats
In ignorance and bliss
as steam from the engines hiss
we see and hear no news
from the third world blues
for one buck a day
they have no time to play
they sweat and toil in the sun
and live their life underneath the gun
they call them terrorists
all those who raise their fists
against the death squads who rape and kill
make them live a life against their will
In ignorance and bliss
as steam from the engines hiss
we see and hear no news
from the third world blues
We sell to them our goods
our goods that are no good
we send our work from the factory
its so cheap to pay with slavery
so the work we don’t have here
we give to them for tears
and prop up what supports fews needs
it is hatred that such an action breeds
In ignorance and bliss
as steam from the engines hiss
we see and hear no news
from the third world blues
Our banks say take a loan
so we give the dog a bone
and we ask for them to pay us back
so they black market cocaine, we make crack
and they rape the rain forest
because they can’t resist
the powers that force them to pay
back the loan, what is this anyway