As the sun rises over Mexico

And sets on the African plains

On a tourist jet, the in-flight magazines

Sets out your rate of exchange While the unhealed and homeless are wondering

If they will ever feel safe again

They give you drinks and show you sailors

Dancing in the warm New York rain So many souls to change So mother and child while travelling to Deli

Have to jump off a burning train

While the puppet rich bible class third world society

Meets to discuss it's slogan campaign You are complicit in this conspiracy

You are unable to get free

They send the rich ones to University

And the rest get comics and TV So many souls to change You are shocked with shots of corpses

And seduced by scenes of greed

So your overloaded conscience

Goes out looking for some kind of relief And the church, the government and charity

They collectively agree

You cannot simply print more money

Just to save some poor country from disease So many souls to change So when you die and go to heaven

Looks like there could be hell to pay

As the saints and angels ask how anyone

Could treat mortals that way