Land Stick Against Stone 1984 We got miles and miles of good farmland Worked to dust by weary hands Do you know who sees the fruit of it? Do you know can you see through that bullshit Forty thousand children die each day Their culture and ancestral land's been taken away Do you know what keeps that going on? Control from the hole at the end of a gun Victores kills the Indians in Guatemala We send him military aid to enforce the law That she who tills the soil to feed her own family Must flee into the jungle from a death penalty Are things really much better in this land we call our own? The rich squander our taxes and evict us from our homes To build a stack of condos miles into the filthy sky Does it really take that much work to guess the reason why? Throughout the world we seize the land and turn it to our means Tobacco, beef and sugar fancy tea and coffee beans We ship it here at bargain rates to sell to the select Work 'em hard and kill 'em off before they can collect Those who rule us spend their days staring into a screen Programming your desires and making stacks of pretty green They'll be taking orders up until the bitter end Teaching you to love your job and that it's fun to spend Advertisers sell you things that you will never need Stimulate obedience with fear and hate and greed Think somebody could be trying to gear us up for war? How can some people take so much? How much can you ignore?