Call It Democracy

Bruce Cockburn

Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor.

Who rob life of it's quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labor camps
Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom.

Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so called "developing" nations'
Idolatry of ideology.

North, south, east, west,
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make a buck
You don't really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery.

Chorus:
IMF, dirty MF
Take away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt.

See the paid off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies, shake hands with the fellows
And it's open for business like a cheap bordello.

And they call it democracy, and they call it democracy
And they call it democracy, and they call it democracy.

See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of it the way kids do
One day you're going to rise from your habitual feast
To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
They call the revolution.

Chorus

And they call it democracy, and they call it democracy
And they call it democracy, and they call it democracy.