To Dhaka With Love
She bends beneath dim bulbs
Ten thousand seams she sewed
While outside sun's not reached midday
Time triples still she toils
Dark city, lungs are soiled
Employees which I happily pay
Build my god
Bill my karma
We hid beneath the leaves
Adam and a thief
The Lord walks and calls to ask the blame
I bit the fruit and lied
Bargain bags by my side
Trade trees for toilet paper fame
Build my god
Bill my karma