I saw my father die when I was six years old I saw him kiss my mother with his last breath I saw my mother die two hours later Crushed by the weight of the soldier that raped her Why is the world like it is? They took me away, gave me a gun Told me to shoot my friends, do it or starve They raped my sister, then I raped my sister It wasn't funny at the time Why is the world like it is So we went to the jungle and painted our faces Found the old temples, found the old gods We worshipped them animals, worshipped them with helicopters We worshipped them with people, we built a sausage machine Why is the world like it is? You come from the city, what do you know of our gods? You've never seen blood, you never seen happiness You've never known freedom., you'll never be free Till you die Why is the world like it is?