Invasion Lyrics - Chumbawamba

The first world's got greedy, we're consuming it all 

The third world's got hunger and military control 

This unequal balance is a master plan 

One gets rich from the other's land 

They've got it all worked out and we give our consent 

They've got it all worked out for Central America 

They've got it all worked out for Africa 

And in our naivety we believe myths and over consume 

And give them our consent, dying in the shadow of the USA 

Let them eat bullshit, make the land pay 

Make a fast deal with the local elite 

Then substitute cash crops where once grew wheat 

Build a cycle of dependence on a starvation diet 

With food as a weapon, workers stay quiet 

And multinational names have blood on their brands 

From taking an interest in misused lands 

Del Monte, Tate and Lyle, Ralston Purina 

Coca-Cola, RTZ and Unilever 

All packaging lifestyles for the glamorous west 

Expand the company, exploit the rest 

We are not isolated by distance 

But by greed and our racist history 

Just a wall's width away 

Still impossible to see across 

This space in front on me 

It's we who write this history 

We who guard the money tree 

We support the companies 

We stole the colonies 

And when the system starts to crack 

We'll have to ready to give it all back 

See the space which lies between the rich and the poor 

How the space increases as we keep on taking more 

Keeping that space between us all 

Is how the West can keep control 

With a mission and a cheque book promising aid 

Posing for the camera, the United Nations man came 

He talked of control and the terrible drought 

And the way that the West would bail them out 

They he stopped smiling and talked conditions 

Of mutual aid, of American wishes 

Sending in aid with sewn on strings 

If they won't buy arms, then it's pulled back in 

Feeding the world American style 

Col. Sanders has an empire behind his smile 

Back up the investments with a military regime 

Then cleverly say, "It's to keep the world free" 

But the multinational myths are beginning to fall 

The poor don't want aid, they want control 

And if we really want to see the Third World eat 

We've got to see through the wrapping on the high street 

Past barriers of culture that dictate our lives 

We're busy consuming as the other half dies 

And the answer's not a question on charity 

Not whilst profit's still the top priority 

So let the glossy shop fronts know what to expect 

And you bosses of companies 

And the cycle of hungry children 

Will keep on going round 

Until we burn the multinationals to the ground