You could be there on a dark october night waiting for the
moment to be swimming 'cross the freezing river holding
a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water climbing up
the banks on the other side hiding in the trees so cold that
you hardly show as a target on the heat seeking gear of the
border patrol but you made it, you're another one over
sleeping on a bench in a railway station in the heart of
Europe haven't eaten anything for two days straight but
where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way And
every door is guarded and every guard costs money so the
women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves because
the family borrowed from the man and the man has allways got to
be repaid for the deals of the borders and the fake IDs and
the stolen passports all locked away While the women are
working and gagging down on their knees and somewhere in the
back of terminal 3 in the clogged-up corridors of the
imigration authorities whole families with the wrong bits of
paper are waiting to be sent back to where they came from
escorted by officials out across the tarmac with their wrist
bound tight with cable ties behind their backs It's dawn
and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour and the guard's
on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire three
figures come out from behind the cranes make across the train
tracks climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle
of grain find a place to hide in a stack of containers
another payload of world trade because goods are free to move
but not people oil is free to move but not people jobs are
free to move but not people money is free to move but not
people And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the
port of calais we watch him in silence as they lead him away
clutching his battered suitcase but his face betrays him, lost
and scared and defeated sitting in the back of the white port
authority van well, where do any of us come from, it's
pretty hard to say while high in the sky above us tonight
the bombers are heading the other way, south and east into the
blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day