My brother's a slave
One foot in his grave
What have you done
What have you done
My sister is dead
They watched while she bled
What have you done
What have you done
Nothing is easy, nothing has been said
Worked for their fare share
Worked till d**h
d**h is comfort to the poor
Life is for the rich
Start in misery, end up in the ditch
They pray, deal, kneel and steal
Rotting the fruits of exploitation
Hunger is their sick creation
Balance the books, justified genociede
Will you let them die