Standing On The Corner Of The Third World

Man, I never slept so hard

I never dreamt so well

Dreaming I was safe in life

Like mussels in a shell

Rolling and controlling

All the basements and the backroads of our lives

Fill their dreams with big fast cars

Fill their heads with sand

Holy white we'll paint their town

The color of our flag

Hey there little lady

Has your baby got the look of some old man?

Standing on the corner of the third world

Hungry men will close their minds

Ideas are not their food

Notions fall on stony ground

Where passions are subdued

Color all the madness

For the madness is the thorn that's in our side

Standing on the corner of the third world

When we gonna learn?

Who we gonna turn to?

The promises they make

The call for our attention

Compassion is the fashion

Free to earn, our pockets burn

We buy for love

Die for love

Hold me, I'm crying

Hold me, I'm dying