(M. Jagger/K. Richards). 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. We're 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 into our eyes. And peasant people. Poorer 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. Guiding dream churches. With silver spires. And our rogue children. Are playing loaded dice. Give me truth now. Don't want no sham. I'd be hung drawn and quartered for a sheep just as well as a lamb. Stuck between a rock. And a hard place. Between a rock and a hard place. You'd better stop. Put on a kind face. Can't you see what you've done to me.