Looks Like Third World To Me
Lyrics
Looks Like Third World To Me
(1994 A.E.Zegeling)
Third rate flower salesman entering the place
Plastered a smile on his pathetic face
There’s no trace of anyone wanting to buy
The pub is almost empty it’s Monday night
So there he stands in the middle of the floor
Lotsa roses in his hands
And he’s back with more
My last chance he thinks, smiling my way
Stays that way every eekday
Looks like
Third world
To me
The service sector
Too big to be
A first world to me
Second rate government in charge today
Jobs as if it were USSR heyday
There’s no way to refuse anymore
We’ve got to work for the state’s restore - yeah
Fired reschooled back to work again
It fits in the social working plan
Wired and ruled by the residents
We’re using up the elements
Looks like
Third world
To me
The compulsive
Economy
No first world to me
First rate architect from out of our state
The municipality wants him to create
Real estate a real staely block
In the center of town, what a shock
Cause all the citizens jam the modern scheme
Protest agains the concrete dream
Until then, until peaceful days
The ground is used as a parking place
Looks like
Third world
To me
The fallow terrain
Too poor to be
A first world to me
