You keep ‘em at a distance    Except for the war games that you play   Paranoia deepens    Each and every day   You shrink in your domain   While you still try to maintain   The locks on your so-called   ‘Self- preservation’      Money-go-round is turning   Cos you have is why we aint      You saw what you wanted   And you took it without hesitation   Sanctified by law    And blessed by religion   They’re asking for something back   But it aint a pay- back   For all the wealth and resources   That you hijacked      Inside the history books   It’s full of thieves and crooks   Welcomed with open arms   They stole and they took   Back to the Fatherland   Now they’re queuing at the door   Just like Oliver Twist   They’re asking for more      We don’t want no more   Coming to where the cakes baked      You keep ‘em at a distance    Except for the war games that you play   Paranoia deepens    Each and every day   You offer foreign aid   To which a worse situation’s made   With your terms and conditions   For military trade