Many fled to Zaire for the fear of being killed in the vicious,

Bloody civil war that took half a million lives

Over two milion refugees pile into neighboring countries towns

Hoping to escape their deaths but this is what they found

Bodies stacked in massive piles and mass graves overflowing

As the cholera camps are waiting for the aid to finally come

The Rwandan refugees are dying by the thousands every day

While clean water needed to preserve life is supposedly on it's way

Too little, too late

We are all responsible for the third world we create

Now we try to help these people but we're too fucking late

Too little, too late

We control the third world's fate

Our high standard of living contributes to their deaths

And the truth behind the bloodshed is what our government protects

But the fault is also ours because we're killing with our greed

For our material possessions we confuse our wants with need

The companies and the media promote these capitalist views,

Praising the American way of life, never asking at whose expense

So if you think we're helping then you're really fucking blind

Because we're after special interests and the rest we leave behind

Too little, too late

We are all responsible for the third world we create

Now we try to help these people but we're too fucking late

Too little, too late

We control the third world's fate

Haitian and Cuban refugees try to find a better life only to be denied

Entry to the United States because our government doesn't deem it necessary

To help our fellow man, so if they can't make us money

They don't want them in our land

Panama and Nicaragua were some to receive our