With a little faith we could raise the land   With a little hope we could move as planned   With a little faith we could raise the land   With a little hope we could move as planned      Farm the ghetto up, feed the famine down   With our nose to the grindstone, ear to the ground   Find a steady job, build a happy home   Farm a steady crop then depose the throne      We could irrigate thirst quenching lake   Make a fertile place thus the desert spake      Spill the feathers up, slash the silk   Might as well stop boo hooing over all that spilt milk   Empty tramp, screaming eye   Seething lip, stop wondering why      Butter mountains here, better motivate   It's getting late, assassinate that hype   Move against the grain, co co co co commotion   Before a global war we'd better bridge the ocean      Just like an open wound that forever bleeds   Like an open plain in scattered seeds   Or the foolish man believes all he reads   He begs, he pleads