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