Standing on The Corner of The Third World

Man, I never slept so hard
I never dreamt so well
Dreaming, I was safe in life
Like mussels in a shells

Rolling and controlling all the basements
And the backroads of our lives

Fill their dreams with big fast cars
Fill their heads with sand
Holy white, we'll paint that town
The color of our flag

Hey, there little lady, has your baby
Got the look of some old man?

Standing on the corner of the third world

Hungry men will close their minds
Ideas are not their food
Notions fall on stony ground
Where passions are subdued

Color all the madness for the madness
Is the thorn that's in our side

Standing on the corner of the third world
Of the third world, of the third world
Of the third world, of the third world
Of the third world, of the third world

When we gonna learn?
Who we gonna turn to?
The promises they make
The call for attention

Compassion is the fashion
Free to earn, our pockets burn
We buy for love
Die for love

Hold me, I'm crying
Hold me, I'm dying