The fields of eden. Are full of trash. And if we beg and we borrow and steal. We'll never get it back. People are hungry. They crowd around. And the city gets bigger as the country. Comes begging to town. Stuck between a rock. And a hard place. Between a rock and a hard place. This talk of freedom. And human rights. Means bullying and private wars and. Chucking all the dust in your eyes. And peasant people. Pooper than dirt. Who are caught in the crossfire with nothing. To lose but their shirts. Stuck between a rock. And a hard place. Between a rock and a hard place. You'd better stop put on a kind face. Between a rock and a hard place. We're in the same boat. On the same sea. And we're sailing south. On the same breeze. Building dream churches. With silver spires. And our rogue children. Are playing loaded dice. Between a rock and a hard place. You'd better stop. Give me truth now. Don't want no slam. I'd be hung drawn and quartered for a sheep. Just as a well as a lamb. Stuck between a rock. And a hard place. Between a rock and a hard place. You'd better put a stop. Put on a kind face. Can't you see what you've done to me