Lyrics:

If I were the third world, my ass'd be numb from the fucking
Could i get a word in 'fore you slide the fucking turd in?
Taken all the G7 dick I can handle
Time to go down and bite off the Roman candle
Thanks for the aid, now I pay you back triple
Business as usual, gang rape a cripple
You got the gatt in the small of my back
So you wanna tell me where your conscience is at?

Thanks for the aid, you traders enslave
Thanks for the aid, you traders enslave

Jesus, God fuck it, gotta make a profit
Pop it in the coffin marked structural adjustment
Check out the scenery, high yielding greenery
Can't feed the kids but would you like a cup of coffee?
Chemical intravene, fat plantation
Where'd you get the shit? Oh, buy it from Satan
Just round the corner, service with a smile
His first name's Car, his last name's Gill

Thanks for the aid, you traders enslave
Thanks for the aid, you traders enslave
Thanks for the aid, you traders enslave
Thanks for the aid, you traders enslave

Another sick pauper, ha, I don't wanna bore ya
Got me by the balls, so of course I abhore ya
Well I just work here, but I can sympathise
Fuck with the world but they cut you down to size
IMF are insane mother fuckers
Pushers come to shove us with the shit from above us
Bad karma, no drama
Just try fuck with the Indian farmers

Traders enslave, dig them a grave
The traders enslave, dig them a grave
The traders enslave, dig them a grave
The traders enslave, dig them a grave