Lady in Albania works for fifty cents a day, like her mama’s mama did,
And if she tried to leave they’d surely shoot her dead,
Right here in my own backyard there’s a little boy whose face is scarred,
His daddy says he fell from a tree, ‘cause that’s what his own daddy said when that little boy was he.
Break,
Break the circle,
Break,
Break the circle,
Break the circle,
Break the circle.
Mr. Smith, he’s never there, but nobody seems to care,
Mrs. Smith wears diamond rings and the kids are busy playing with their precious things.
Break,
Break the circle,
Break,
Break the circle,
Break the circle,
Break the circle that binds us to our destiny.
I ask a child on the bus: “What will you be when you grow up?”
He said, “I’ll do what my daddy does: stay at home in bed and get my money every month.”
Break,
Break the circle,
Break.
Break,
Break the circle,
Break the circle,
Break the circle that binds us to our destiny.
