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Who cares if they drop like flies I don't even know their names To me they all look the same Swollen bellies and malnutrition Really couldn't campare To my problem I got this week What color should I dye my hair? Dance dance dance to starvation Don't point your fingers at me You can't put me to shame I gave to Jerry's Kids There's nothing that I need to explain Teimes are tough everywhere I can't make payments on my car If thousands of people starve to death It must be written up in their stars Swollen bellies and skin draped bones Milkless breasts and waterless wells People scratching food from the earth People scratching food from the earth Sure these things get to me But it can't be so hard Why don't they do like us Letras de cancionesAnd get themselves a master-charge Dancing on their graves in Africa Dancing on the mounds of dead bodies In Southeast Asia Dancing on the piles of dead children In South America Dancing on the graves all around this world From Letras Mania