I know people are starving
You ask me to play dead
I'd like to oblige you
If it's not too late

You see my dead and tender body
For diamonds shall be fit
To be sent to Kampuchea
For a funeral on a spit

I've seen your statistics
Yes they touched my heart
I don't have much money
But I'd like to play my part

You see my dead and tender body
For diamonds shall be fit
To be sent to Kampuchea
For a funeral on a spit

I know people are starving
You ask me to play dead
I'd like to oblige you
If it's not too late

You see my dead and tender body
For diamonds shall be fit
To be sent to Kampuchea
For a funeral on a spit


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