Disturbed South Video (MV)

Mista Mako lives in Tiki-Tiki Central
He's the kingpin and a creatine psycho
Distributes the children for the jaws of the people
With the skin all scaly and their daggers in a neat row
The first man is put in a blender
And the meke dancers are blonde white and slender
This ain't the world that we know of in the south
The tide has turned slowly to the west
In their eyes we're pigs for the slaughter
They'll take your first sons and all ya precious daughters
Cuz in the trade game, death means business
Up go the stakes if you're a certain colour
Child, your father wants to flog your mother
Desperation gets you eaten by your brother
This isn't the world we know on the compass
I find the bones and flesh rotting in the compost
These are corporate monsters
Work you to death to get good sponsors
Work you to death for a ring made a tungsten
Work you to death, take their money
These are corporate monsters
Work you to death to get good sponsors
Work you to death for a ring made a tungsten
Work you to death, I introduce to the bass
Mista Mako likes your kinky hair and brown eyes
He wants to dress you down and put you in the spotlight
He'll take away your body parts
He'll take away your soul
Making men bone is his only goal
All the people look at you and say you're exotic
Not in the fiendish way like those high school comments
You miss your sense of dignity
You miss your southern home
Mako can't take away your Pacific soul
In their eyes we're pigs for the slaughter
They'll take your first sons and all ya precious daughters
Cuz in the trade game, death means business
Up go the stakes if you're a certain colour
Child, your father wants to flog your mother
Desperation gets you eaten by your brother
Though they scrutinise you with their beastly eyes
You will stop them from possessing what's between your thighs
Run out the back door when the dance is over
Take all the money out your liku, get a chauffeur
Drive away to the place where you can fly