We all talk a lot About wanting to be free Sitting in the last lap of luxury While some are dying For a handful of rice Who controls the market Who fixes the price THE PRICE OF GRAIN AND THE PRICE OF BLOOD I asked the well-dressed Eurofarmer Why do some grow fat While others starve He said "Can't afford to send food to Ethiopia Be realistic – this ain't Utopia" They're dumping potatoes And burning grain And pouring fresh milk down the drain While rich young things In brand new cars Play fast and loose like superstars THE PRICE OF GRAIN AND THE PRICE OF BLOOD And we in the west all know and care And we all shed our crocodile tears Playing games while others die So we se we can keep our prices high And everyone says "We're not to blame" Let's all wash hands and play the game Boom and slump and waste and glut The currency is human blood THE PRICE OF GRAIN AND THE PRICE OF BLOOD THE PRICE OF BLOOD THE PRICE OF BLOOD