In the depths of the colombian mountains,
fertile greens & country limbs
a bus drops down a danger ridge
a cedar coffee brims
the words wag out of racist things
& crusty brakes of buses ring
Into the town we creatures rumble
sophisticated sexualities mingle
We watch the coloured cookies crumble
inside the local pokeys
these people caged in an exhibit
the lions for the show
“Watch them prowl & run around,
they don’t even know”
But they’re kept tight on the schedule
of the local casino
They like to see the pictures buzzing past
its a kind of therapy
that golden handle dropping down
that shiny chime of glee
their eyes wide open, fast asleep
their fatty wallets full
it all goes in without a doubt
“We’ve really got them fooled”
They think that they are gonna win
it makes them think they do
they spend their week away in there
They spend their pockets too
And outside the world is living things
and bird & bug & air
but now we’ve trained their minds to think
they really just don’t care.
We watch the people of our countries
line up in this parade
we sell their stories to the past
for a fine stockade
They were our friends & family
They were our neighbours too
but now we’ve moved away from there
with money from the zoo
They aren’t too much like humans now
they don’t eat much or sleep
They leave their kids alone at home
they wander just like sheep
so my conscience doesn’t bother me
nor the money in my purse
for Im an addict just like them
but I got to it first.
but I got to it first.
