[Lyric] Land (Stick Against Stone)

We got miles and miles of good farmland
Worked to dust by weary hands
Do you know who sees the fruit of it
Do you know, can you see through that bullshit?

Forty-thousand children die each day
Their culture and ancestral land’s been taken away
Do you know what keeps that going on?
Control, from the hole at the end of a gun

Victores kills the Indians in Guatemala
We send him military aid to enforce the law
That she who tills the soil to feed her own family
Must flee into the jungle from a death penalty

Are things really better in the land we call our own?
The rich squander our taxes and evict us from our homes
To build a stack of condos miles into the filthy sky
Does it really take that much work to guess the reason why?

Throughout the world we seize the land turn it to our means
Tobacco, beef and sugar; fancy tea and coffee beans
We ship it hear at bargain rates to sell to the select
Work ‘em hard and kill ‘em off before they can collect
Those who rule us spend their days staring into a screen
Programming your desires and making stacks of pretty green
They’ll be taking orders up until the bitter end
Teaching you to love your job, and that it’s fun to spend

Advertisers sell you things that you will never need
Stimulate obedience with fear and hate and greed
Think somebody could be trying to gear us up for war
How can some people take so much, how much can you ignore?