Sounds From The Bridge

Lyrics

This is the way to make lots of money.
This is the way to feed the poor.

Men with backbones bend,
Under the tender temptress,
It doesn't take a lot,
Of what you haven't got,
To sell out on your soul.

Big expensive purchases,
Fancy gifts and diamond rings,
Don't help the situation,
With people starving in the streets.

Even as I sing to you,
There's thousands of tonnes of food unused,
Just standing around, in the name of humanity,
What the hell is going on?

How many more have got to die,
To keep the rich in caviar,
To keep this corporate killing machine,
From crippling humanity?

This is the way to make lots of money.
This is the way to feed the poor.

The corporate communication,
Contaminates the imagination.
Pre-designed to subvert the mind,
From an openness of a spiritual kind.

Their condescending invalidations,
Disguise covert operations.
The implantation of their own excretion,
Inside the minds of the next generation.

This is the way to make lots of money.
This is the way to feed the poor.



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