There's someone on the doorstep with a button in his handnAll this western culture fix has blown apart his landnUntil we make connections with the way its all been plannednHis hate for us is something that we'll never understandnAdvertise democracy then offer it for salenThe price goes through the roof much like the bombs if payment failsnto pay the interest on the loan to build some factoriesnAnd extra jobs for the boys back home as burger franchisesnnSo when your nation's starving cos the wages that we paynMeans you can't afford to eat the food they cook 12 hours a daynOr wear the shoes they make so our teenagers can stay coolnWe'll keep the cycle going til you've military rulennAnd then my friend the arms we've got will cost you more than debtnAn everlasting friendship that we won't let you forgetnAll this global enterprise truly goes two waysnYou give us your resources and we give you bigger chainsnnIts a war against war against war against warnWith words about words about words on the wallnStances taken, dealers shaking hands on the arms deal, here's some morenMoney exchanges there go the wagesnThere go the jobs and here come the poornWhite man trade and we all get slaves making the trainers we can't affordnnWe look to the sky when we want to know whynWe go to the ground to get profoundnHere comes a plane to deliver againnAnd we get to our knees and pray that it's foodnNobody explained who didn't have a suit onnNobody complained cos we didn't understandnMore worried about the rains and where to get the food fromnThey may say they run the country but it's us living off the landnnWe saw the ad and bought the boxnAnd saw the ad and lots of clocksnAnd ties and tightness so much tightnessnThe money key fits all the locksnImportation ran amok when all this greed escaped the boxnWe learnt to feed for more than what we needednAnd then the value droppednWe took for granted all we'd hadnBut prices only raise the cost of living without joining in such soul-degrading culture lossnSo then we had to fight to save ourselves from losing proper jobsnThen fight again to get the ones where corporations were the bossnYou'd recognize the household name,nIt's on your t-shirt and your socksnOr skyward advertising gas on baseball hats in parking lotsnnBusiness rang the businessman who rang around,nSaid here's the plan: We use everything we can,nThen raise the price and get some morenOverseas where by degrees their leaders carry gunsnI see dictatorships and poverty and what we're looking fornOil and aid a fair exchangenYet all these guns get in the waynWell I flipped a coin and either way, its time to go to warnnNow I've just my anger left to keep me half alivenBelow that so/so line its worthless to survivenAnd worth the chance of an afterlife of peace and silent nightsnJust one more thing I have to say and do before I dienHere is what you get for forcing us to buy your civilisationnWar's the global empty face of loss and its retaliation