Third World
Manuel high in a tree
Too young to carry an M-16
It’s heavy now
But heavier still
You’ve always had it
And you always will
How much do they pay you to kill your brother?
How much does it cost to kill your mother?
No war you fight no single thought
can mean anything…because you’re bought
You’ll never get your freedom anyway
just go and murder and wait for payday
You got plastic guns for your phoney war
to kill the man who pays what you’re fighting for…
