Gojam Province 1968

Running like a band of angry schoolboys

Up and down the well-lit streets today

Bashing in the heads of tax collectors

And anybody else who's in our way

Bathing in the sunlight that's our birthright

Waiting for someone to set the scene

Last time he came to town

A few stray coins came raining down

We scrambled in the dirt for them

Like ants around the queen

We take aim at the dawning day

And we shoot

Starving to death, starving to death

For the low-hanging fruit

Then all at once here comes the motorcade

Slow and steady down the beaten track

And as we're bashing out the windows of the limo

We notice there's nobody in the back

And the helicopter lands atop the palace

The royal guard assembles at the gate

The country's gonna burn

And we'll still have to wait our turn

Last among contenders of the super-featherweights

We take aim at the dawning day

And we shoot

Starving to death, starving to death

For the low-hanging fruit