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The first world's got greedy, we're consuming it allThe third world's got hunger, and military controlThis unequal balance is a master planOne gets rich from the other's landThey've got it all worked out, and we give our consentThey've got it all worked out, and we give our consentThey've got it all worked out for Central AmericaAnd they've got it all worked out for AfricaAnd in our naivete we believe myths and over consumeAnd give them our consentDying in the shadow of the USALet them eat bullshit, make the land payMake a fast deal with the local eliteThen substitute cash crops where once grew wheatBuild a cycle of dependence on a starvation dietWith food as a weapon, workers stay quietAnd multinational names have blood on their brandsFrom taking an interest in misused landsDel Monte, Tate and Lyle, Ralston, PurinaCoca-Cola, RTZ, and UnileverAll packaging lifestyles for the glamorous WestExpand the company, exploit the restWe are not isolated by distanceBut by greed and our racist historyJust a wall's width awayStill impossible to reach acrossLetras de cancionesThis space in front of meIt's we who write this historyWe who guard the money-treeWe support the companiesWe stole the coloniesAnd when the system starts to crackWe'll have to be ready to give it all backAnd when the system starts to crackWe'll have to be ready to give it all backSee the space which lies between the rich and the poorHow the space increases as we keep on taking moreKeeping that space between as allIs how the west can keep controlWith a mission and a checkbook promising aidPosing for the camera the United Nations man cameHa talked of control and the terrible droughtAnd the way that the west would bail them outThen he stopped smiling and talked conditionsOf mutual aid, and American wishesSending in aid with sewn-on stringsIf they won't buy arms then it's pulled back inFeeding the world American styleColonel Sanders has an empire behind his smileBack up the investments with a military regimeThen cleverly says it's to keep the world freeBut the multinational myths are beginning to fallThe poor don't want aid, they want controlAnd if we really want to see the third world eatWe've got to see through the wrapping on the high streetPast the barriers of culture that dictate our livesWe're busy consuming as the other half diesAnd the answer's not a question of charityNot whilst profit's still the top prioritySo let the glossy shop-fronts know what to expectAnd you bosses of Companies...And the cycle of hungry childrenWill keep on going 'roundWill keep on going 'roundUntil we burn the multinationals to the ground From Letras Mania