You mix cement
Like a pusher cuts his drug
More water, sand, and another grave half-dug
Kick back the funds
Pocket everything you can
And when blood runs, blame it on some other man
In the middle of the night
Your buildings came tumblin’ down
Africa knocking, listen now
What was the price of human flesh per pound?
History’s foaming at the mouth
What of this blood money the builder hides?
Earthquake, shake loose sordid lies
Your money’s god
Get it any way you can
To you it’s odd that there’s any other plan
In the middle of the night
Your buildings came tumblin’ down
Africa knocking, listen now
So high the price of human flesh per pound
Sell your mother, send father south
Now your son has all he doesn’t need
Earthquake, shake loose ruthless greed
You mix cement
Like a pusher cuts his drug
More water, sand, and another grave half-dug