Boy I love a rich cup of coffee,
Oh the aroma
And the taste,
The way it drifts towards your nose
The nose that senses
The child picking it, belly swollen with malnutrition
Indian child dying before she's 11,
The taste of brown beans whirled together
To create the intoxicating heady sensation
Of poverty disease and malnutrition
Freeze dried instant sensation
Of death on the old white man's plantation
Oh boy I loves me some coffee
The taste of the flies gathering
On the Indians body
Starved and ruined by ever cheapening contracts
Expendable human grounds,
That you can't throw down the sink
It clogs everything
Oh boy I loves me some coffee colored children
Dying because their parents
Shoulda got an education like you
Because you ain't exploiting anyone
Its just coffee for christ's sake!
Maybe you will adopt one,
And have a cup of Joe
Wash it all down
With more food in one meal than they
Will eat all week!
Yeah baby! That's coffee,
Come on! Ain't it a rush?
Do you feel high now?
Do you feel good?
It ain't fair trade
It's roasted baby brown beans
And ooooh sugar baby plantations
The flies have gathered round your face
As you drink the coffins... .