(M. JaggerK. 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