Attila The Stockbroker - d**h Of A Salesman lyrics

You were there in Chile, 11 September '73 Twenty eight years to the day - what a dreadful irony Victor Jara singing 'midst the tortured and the dead White House gla**es clinking as Allende's comrades bled... You were there in '79 in the hills above Kabul Teaching a bunch of psychopaths the fastest way to k** Just pawns in your global strategy, another little right wing war But now you reap just what you sow - the monster's at the door CHORUS And you don't understand why those people are so angry And you don't understand why they don't go shopping too And you don't understand why your garish colours blind them Dismiss, exploit and bully - then you wonder at their hate So many cruel d**hs But these are different, these are American Now d**h counts - d**h of a salesman You use the world as your sweatshop on a bare subsistence wage Then along come medieval murderers to exploit the people's rage And Europe takes the profits too, then grovels on its knees Saying 'after you, you rule the world, so do just as you please' CHORUS And you don't understand why those people are so hungry And you don't understand why they don't go shopping too And you don't understand why your garish colours blind them Dismiss, exploit and bully - then you wonder at their hate So many cruel d**hs But these are different, these are American Now d**h counts - d**h of a salesman We don't need your religion, whether Allah, money or God We won't cheer on your armies, won't wield your avenging rod We stand for justice, for the future For the millions of women and men Who see through the lies and work for the day When sanity rules again CHORUS