The Bottom Line

The Gc5

Coming out of the womb the world feels like a tomb
Weæ?®e heavily indebted
From the cradle to the grave, weæ?®e always slaves
Always tugging at credit
See the misery and the poverty
And how they exacerbate it
While weæ?®e breakin?our backs tryin?to pay back
Loans made to dictators
And I donæ?° know why we sacrifice our children
But it follows from your premises
Theyæ?®e just dollars and cents, theyæ?®e just resources to expend
Somewhere thereæ?¯ a bottom line more important than yours
The financial vultures have built a culture
That pits us against our brothers
And weæ?£l always bleed as long as greed
Can hide under freedomæ?¯ cover
Their debt reliefæ?¯ a source of constant grief
To those who bear itæ?¯ burden
While the money flows North more than back and forth
From the coffers of free tradeæ?¯ servants
Little girl born in a cemetery
All around her is dead and buried
Born into a world devoid of hope
Little girl born in a cemetery
Knowing nothing of the burden sheæ?£l carry
Your accounting owes her more than this