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Feed The Poor
Words and Music by: Larry Norman You gotta feed the poor They're dying every day If your momma asked you if you fed the poor What are you gonna say? You gotta feed the poor You must obey If your papa asks you if you fed the poor What are you gonna say? There's a little boy Lying on the ground To weak to lift his head up To sick to make a sound. There's a little baby girl With her eyes shut tight Her body burns with fever There is no food tonight. You gotta feed the poor You must obey If the angels ask you if you fed the poor What would you say? You gotta feed the poor They're dying every day And when Jesus asks you if you fed the poor What are you gonna say? They're cutting down the rain forest So they can feed the cows Fast food corporations They got no time for plows The wetlands and the swamplands Are being drained away The animals and birdlife They have no place to stay. Insidious conglomerates Deny that they're involved Offshore phony cell funds Make it hard to solve With a thousand miles of paper trail Winding round and round While you subpoena affidavits Another million trees come down. Inner city children Go to school without a meal They study this great land of ours It must seem so unreal In Haiti and in Africa And in your small town too There's children starving everywhere They are watching you Well, you better feed the poor. You gotta feed the poor Gotta feed the poor Feed the poor.