GEORGIA

babies I hate to be the one who knows
that dr. president wants to take your fingers for dollars
this little piggy goes to the diamond market
this little piggy goes to the butcher shop
this little pig goes to a pair of sneakers
made by a baby just like you

yeah your momma’s probably going to cry
and your daddy will protect you, well he’ll try
but how can you hide from the dragons of destruction?
how little kids they just don’t realize
the price of their extinction
can help to drive all the cars
on the freeways of the world

they’ll trade a baby for a lap dance
they’ll trade a baby for a double latte
they’ll trade a baby for a new car
a baby for a facelift for your wife

it’s not a hold on to your hat, kids,
it’s a hold on to your homes
because the moths have arrived
they want to eat through your clothes
surrounding your schools because
they want you to learn
their dinner party’s tonight
all eyes on the caviar ‘cause they like little eggs
the younger the feed, the better it gets
because the youngest feed is the future of the enemies

they’ll trade a finger for a fur coat
they’ll trade a finger for a cut and blow dry
they’ll trade a finger for a silk scarf
a finger for a hamburger with fries

one day you should ask yourself a question
would you give up your hand for a handful of lives?
would you give up your tongue for a mouthful of voices?
would you give a glass of blood to help someone survive?
or do you give yourself over to a country, a country of
hot country