So Many Souls To Change

As the sun rises over Mexico

And sets on the African plains

On a tourist jet, the in-flight magazines

Sets out your rate of exchange

While the unhealed and homeless are wondering

If they will ever feel safe again

They give you drinks and show you sailors

Dancing in the warm New York rain

So many souls to change

So mother and child while travelling to Deli

Have to jump off a burning train

While the puppet rich bible class third world society

Meets to discuss it's slogan campaign

You are complicit in this conspiracy

You are unable to get free

They send the rich ones to University

And the rest get comics and TV

So many souls to change

You are shocked with shots of corpses

And seduced by scenes of greed

So your overloaded conscience

Goes out looking for some kind of relief

And the church, the government and charity

They collectively agree

You cannot simply print more money

Just to save some poor country from disease

So many souls to change

So when you die and go to heaven

Looks like there could be hell to pay

As the saints and angels ask how anyone

Could treat mortals that way