Play Time's Over
Cant you hear the cries of innocence lost, far beneath the stars and stripes of
American law, tiny soldiers marching on for the benefit of a corporate interest
subsidized to bring you and yours, a better way of life thru someone else's
pain, a Childs life cut short, for eleven cents a day, another child's joy thru
another child's pain, and were he once would play a shallow grave remains,
Cant you smell the fear and
pressured sweat of the world's children muscled down for the sake of all your,
precious
toys and fancy clothes and million dollar homes, while your stock portfolio just
grows and grows and grows,
off the blood of innocence, and thru another child's pain, a child's life cut
short for the sake of corporate gain, anotherchild's joy thru another child's
pain, and were he once would play a shallow grave remains