The Far Far East is our home you see We go to the can We gotta pay a fee
You don't got the change You don't get a fee Spread the legs and you bend You do this everyday till it all ends
Piss and shit, pull up your zip Daily routines to empty our contents What is the color of our pee?
What is the smell of our pee?
What is the taste of our lives? How does it fell to be alive?
On the Ganga River edge I saw the people with no dread
Drink the river water to your body it is gold I'm still young. I don't want to see death in the face
I'm still young. I don't want to be lost in a tragic maze
What's the color of our shit? How does shit really smell?
What is human suffering? How is a life lived well? On the edge of my father's bed I carry away his shit
Sickness keeps him in his bed Shit has gone up to his head
Seeing your loved one die You won't sing a song of life
I eat and I drink Look out the windows and I think In the distant West There stands a huge silly thing
Standing in the wind With a Stoic grin The tourists come from everywhere Ask its blessings to be theirs
Oh, the Statue of liberty Can you help us live happily I'm still young, I don't want to see death in the face
I'm still young, I don't want to be lost in a tragic maze Yangtze and the Yellow River They still look the same
Can they help us rid of pain Can they live up to their fame
One year there was a big flood It took my life and took my hut
One drink of its muddy water You turn into a ghost proper
There are endless disasters They should make a death stopper
You want to be an example You have to show us ample
A drink of its water Your fear of ghosts disappears
Everyone praises our mother rivers hall we stop the floods forever I'm still young
I don't want to see death in the face
I'm still young, I don't want to be lost in a tragic maze