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