We all talk a lotnabout wanting to be freenSitting in the last lap of luxurynWhile some are dyingnfor a handful of ricenWho controls the marketnwho fixes the pricennTHE PRICE OF GRAINnAND THE PRICE OF BLOODnnI asked the well-dressed EurofarmernWhy do some grow fatnwhile others starvenHe said “Can’t afford to send food to EthiopianBe realistic – this ain't Utopia”nnThey’re dumping potatoes nand burning grain nAnd pouring fresh milk down the drain nWhile rich young things nin brand new carsnPlay fast and loose like superstarsnnTHE PRICE OF GRAINnAND THE PRICE OF BLOODnnAnd we in the west all know and carenAnd we all shed our crocodile tearsnPlaying games while others dienSo we se we can keep our prices highnAnd everyone says “We’re not to blame”nLet’s all wash hands and play the gamenBoom and slump and waste and glutnThe currency is human bloodnTHE PRICE OF GRAINnAND THE PRICE OF BLOOD nTHE PRICE OF BLOOD nTHE PRICE OF BLOODnnnn