Del Amitri So Many Souls To Change
As the sun rises over Mexico And sets on the African plains On a tourist jet, the in-flight magazines Sets out your rate of exchange
While the unhealed and homeless are wondering If they will ever feel safe again They give you drinks and show you sailors Dancing in the warm New York rain
So many souls to change
So mother and child while travelling to Deli Have to jump off a burning train While the puppet rich bible class third world society Meets to discuss it's slogan campaign
You are complicit in this conspiracy You are unable to get free They send the rich ones to University And the rest get comics and TV
So many souls to change
You are shocked with shots of corpses And seduced by scenes of greed So your overloaded conscience Goes out looking for some kind of relief
And the church, the government and charity They collectively agree You cannot simply print more money Just to save some poor country from disease
So many souls to change
So when you die and go to heaven Looks like there could be hell to pay As the saints and angels ask how anyone Could treat mortals that way
