You could be there    on a dark october night    waiting for the moment to be    swimming 'cross the freezing river    holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water    climbing up the banks on the other side    hiding in the trees so cold    that you hardly show as a target    on the heat seeking gear of the border patrol    but you made it, you're another one over    sleeping on a bench in a railway station    in the heart of Europe    haven't eaten anything for two days straight    but where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way       And every door is guarded    and every guard costs money    so the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves    because the family borrowed from the man    and the man has allways got to be repaid    for the deals of the borders and the fake IDs    and the stolen passports all locked away    While the women are working and gagging down on their knees    and somewhere in the back of terminal 3    in the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities    whole families with the wrong bits of paper    are waiting to be sent back to where they came from    escorted by officials out across the tarmac    with their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs       It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour    and the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire    three figures come out from behind the cranes    make across the train tracks    climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain    find a place to hide in a stack of containers    another payload of world trade because   goods are free to move but not people    oil is free to move but not people    jobs are free to move but not people    money is free to move but not people       And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais    we watch him in silence as they lead him away    clutching his battered suitcase    but his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated    sitting in the back of the white port authority van    well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say    while high in the sky above us tonight    the bombers are heading the other way, south and east    into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day