Amerika Video (MV)

I'm thinking about the world behind me
I'm thinking about old Mexico
Where people are poor and a few are richer than kings
Where people are poor and the rich play god

We'll send our companies there
They got cheap, cheap labor
Won't have to pay union wages
You think that's fair?
They're occupied with survival
They'll pay our Fare
And we will take our share

I'm thinking about the Russian fallout
I'm thinking about the old USSR
Where people are told how they are to worry
To worry about Amerika

Manipulating our conscience, with propaganda
As long as they don't invade the ground we stand on
While our righteous keep appeasing their
New world order of do or dare

We seem to have control
We're tight cast in a roll
Our percentage of evil is below the norm
But our actions aren't clear
Where the Wizard of Oz
Behind a modern machinery
Of cold profiteers

America, put a bag over my head
Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours
Whose faith is dead?
If we don't change now
Put our mouth where our soul is
The weight of our fear will move beyond first gear

Si j'avais ma liberté
Je la donnerais au monde
Et compterais mes benedictions
Comme des oiseaux, oiseaux, oiseaux

I'm thinking about the world across me
I'm thinking about old Africa
Where people mean less with a darker color
Where people mean less than the color of gold

We have put out a statement of our resentment
We have already phoned them, it's just too please
As soon as the heat blows over
It's back to business as usual

I'm thinking about myself
How I can sometimes kneel to hypocrisy
But it's easy money
And I cannot justify this
Greed is without heart or soul

America, put a bag over our heads
Scratch our back and we'll scratch yours
Whose faith is dead?
If we don't change now
Put our mouth where our soul is
The weight of our fear will move beyond first gear