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
