Little Steven - Bitter Fruit lyrics

I was born lucky they always say I work in these fields of plenty Sweat for the company far away Fruit once sweet now has bitter taste My father he was a union man Very proud and outspoken They came and took him when I was young I will fight 'till his work is done And my children are hungry To taste the sweet life Though my eyes have grown tired Their desire keeps me alive I will gather no more of your bitter fruit I have a sister she loves to dream Now she works right beside me We work the land we can never own Someday we'll reap what we have sown I don't look east I don't look west I don't understand their accent If it's not soldiers it's foreign debt But they haven't won this one yet Soon from the fields will come fire To cleanse the lies from all sides The flames of freedom grow higher Until desire - is satisfied I will gather no more of your bitter fruit And they want to help in America And the guns they come from America But they fight against us North America Why are the people so quiet in America?