Capitalist Minded Socialists
They say no matter how long you bathe a pig
A pig gonna always be a pig
This, they’ve used as a myth for so long
We’re fed up and were gonna prove them wrong.3
I took a trip to Ratnapura Sri Lanka
Saw a man weeping for his estate
He moved in a rhythm, but wasn’t dancing to some ska
His tears ran like a stream as he pondered his fate.
The peasants cheered in support of the revolution
In their hearts, they thought they’d found a solution
Many vowed they’d never again work with a fork-lift
Little did they know the whole thing was just a face lift.
The land was shared among the poor each day
But was back in the hands of the rich by night
Why own land, when they could drink todi with their pay
Oh what a shame, many were killed in the fight.
Now back to square one
Where had the people’s cause gone
Power taken from the blood sucking capitalists
By the capitalist minded socialists.
Hey take your digger
Dig your own grave
Wanna get bigger
Make me your slave
Gold digging all my life
Gotta feed my kids and wife
Good God it glitters
But my inside’s broken is splinters
It glitters but it ain’t gold
Scared, doing what I’m told.
One Zulu, his blood down under
His Shona sister spark like thunder.
One guy, him a tribesman
Him brother, them call a bigman
Different ideology, face same trouble
Remain divided, or face same struggle.