The first world's got greedy, we're consuming it all   The third world's got hunger and military control   This unequal balance is a master plan   One gets rich from the other's land   They've got it all worked out - and we give our consent   They've got it all worked out for Central America   They've got it all worked out for Africa   And in our naivety we believe myths and overconsume   And give them our consent   Dying in the shadow of the USA   Let them eat bullshit, make the land pay    Make a fast deal with the local elite   Then substitute cash-crops where once grew wheat   Build a cycle of dependence on a starvation-diet   With food as a weapon, workers stay quiet   And multinational names have blood on their brands   From taking an interest in misused lands   Del Monte, Tate Lyle, Ralston Purina   Coca-Cola, RTZ, and Unilever   All packaging lifestyles for the glamorous west   Expand the company, exploit the rest   We are not isolated by distance   But by greed and our racist history   Just a wall's width away   Still impossible to see across   This space in front on me   It's we who write this history   We who guard the money-tree   We support the companies   We stole the colonies   And when the system starts to crack   We'll have to ready to give it all back   See the space which lies between the rich and the poor   How the space increases as we keep on taking more   Keeping that space between us all   Is how the west can keep control...   With a mission and a chequebook promising aid   Posing for the camera the United Nations man came   He talked of control and the terrible drought   And the way that the west would bail them out   They he stopped smiling and talked conditions   Of mutual aid; of American wishes   Sending in aid with sewn-on strings   If they won't buy arms - then it's pulled back in   Feeding the world American style   Col Sanders has an empire behind his smile   Back up the investments with a military regime   Then cleverly say: It's to keep the world free!    But the multinational myths are beginning to fall   The poor don't want aid, they want control   And if we really want to see the Third World eat   We've got to see through the wraping on the high street   Past barriers of culture that dictate our lives   We're busy consuming as the other half dies   And the answer's not a question on charity -   Not whilst profit's still the top priority -   So let the glossy shop-fronts know what to expect   And you Bosses of Companies...   ..and the cycle of hungry children   Will keep on going round   Until we burn the multinationals to the ground