You're talkin' 'bout your profits the one percent to grow to show the world we're "someone" as if they do not know And all that you have gathered what does it mean for you? A shit, 'cause you destroy it your policy's not true for the lost side of the world Especially the countries that've got only sand and stones they got the most to feed but that's not possible at all on the lost side of the world When night is gone a thousand of the poor have died. Goodbye to the world. We cannot help them all, but must we have a pope who damns the pill for the lost side of the world We're much too many people it's becoming more each day We got to change our habits Cause the world's collapse won't wait When night is gone a thousand of the poor had died. Goodbye...