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