I live a third world life My people starve in poverty It's really nice to see a I know your freedom's limited You've seen how it is for me Few that come through isn't often
The propaganda's horrible He cleaned out the hospital He took out the whole fifth floor He's done it twice before There isn't any law for him
A matter of the factories The workers don't get paid For when we do it's spoiled food For if we question authority And dream escape and heading west