Look beyond the fruit, there's poison at the root,
Modern-day slavery's the corporate pursuit,
Blood drips from hands while they're countin' the loot,
Workers' lives get the boot, but who's checkin' the suit?
"We are not in the USA but we have a banana so we are okey,"
Every single day, trapped in a system decay, away from the fray,
Pesticide in the breeze, droppin' workers with ease,
While their kids can't breathe, caught in this corporate disease.
CEOs in their towers, countin' profits by hours,
While we're breakin' our backs, they just flex their powers.
Green gold in our palms, but red stains on our arms,
Modern plantation life with its deadly charms.
Fields of green turn to fields of pain,
Worker's dreams wash away in the rain,
Corporate scheme, profit's the game,
History repeats, nothing's gonna change...
"Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?"
Corporate propaganda spreadin' like Santana,
Profit margins risin' higher than Nirvana,
While workers' lives dissolve like mañana.
(Yeah, who needs a contest? Who needs human rights?
When you got that yellow gold keeping profits in sight!)
Palm trees sway while they're sprayin' death in the air,
Families prayin' for bread but the bosses don't care, they don't dare, they just stare,
Through tinted windows high, watchin' workers comply,
While their children cry, wonderin' why they gotta die.
Finance warlords and death squads with American aid,
While indigenous people get played, their futures delayed,
In this masquerade, human rights get betrayed,
Modern colonizers got it made in the shade.
System's broken!
Rights are stolen!
Truth unspoken!
Dreams all frozen!
But beneath the surface, revolution's brewing,
Workers united, a new day pursuing!
Behind the yellow mask lies a system that's cracked,
Bodies stacked, futures wrapped, in a contract that's trapped,
Monoculture killin' earth with precision and stealth,
While corporations stack their wealth, toast to their health.
Water's runnin' dry but profits stay high,
Workers wonderin' why they gotta live life on the fly,
Republic built on bones and bloody dollar bills,
While freedom's just a dream buried in the hills.
Blood in the soil, tears in the rain,
Generation after generation of pain,
But something's different, something's changed,
The seeds of resistance have been arranged...
"Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?"
But this time we're rising, no more corporate manna,
Justice is coming, breaking through like a banner,
The truth will prevail, that's our final stamina!
Peel back the skin, see the darkness within,
Corporate greed and original sin,
But we're plantin' seeds of resistance today,
Watch 'em grow through the cracks, breakin' chains on the way.
Truth will rise like the sun through morning haze,
Workers unite through this capitalist maze,
The future's bright when we break from these chains,
Paradise lost will be found again...
When justice reigns!
("Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?")
(Conscious) Banana Republic Video (MV)
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English
Look beyond the fruit, there's poison at the root,
Modern-day slavery's the corporate pursuit,
Blood drips from hands while they're countin' the loot,
Workers' lives get the boot, but who's checkin' the suit?
"We are not in the USA but we have a banana so we are okey,"
Every single day, trapped in a system decay, away from the fray,
Pesticide in the breeze, droppin' workers with ease,
While their kids can't breathe, caught in this corporate disease.
CEOs in their towers, countin' profits by hours,
While we're breakin' our backs, they just flex their powers.
Green gold in our palms, but red stains on our arms,
Modern plantation life with its deadly charms.
Fields of green turn to fields of pain,
Worker's dreams wash away in the rain,
Corporate scheme, profit's the game,
History repeats, nothing's gonna change...
"Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?"
Corporate propaganda spreadin' like Santana,
Profit margins risin' higher than Nirvana,
While workers' lives dissolve like mañana.
(Yeah, who needs a contest? Who needs human rights?
When you got that yellow gold keeping profits in sight!)
Palm trees sway while they're sprayin' death in the air,
Families prayin' for bread but the bosses don't care, they don't dare, they just stare,
Through tinted windows high, watchin' workers comply,
While their children cry, wonderin' why they gotta die.
Finance warlords and death squads with American aid,
While indigenous people get played, their futures delayed,
In this masquerade, human rights get betrayed,
Modern colonizers got it made in the shade.
System's broken!
Rights are stolen!
Truth unspoken!
Dreams all frozen!
But beneath the surface, revolution's brewing,
Workers united, a new day pursuing!
Behind the yellow mask lies a system that's cracked,
Bodies stacked, futures wrapped, in a contract that's trapped,
Monoculture killin' earth with precision and stealth,
While corporations stack their wealth, toast to their health.
Water's runnin' dry but profits stay high,
Workers wonderin' why they gotta live life on the fly,
Republic built on bones and bloody dollar bills,
While freedom's just a dream buried in the hills.
Blood in the soil, tears in the rain,
Generation after generation of pain,
But something's different, something's changed,
The seeds of resistance have been arranged...
"Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?"
But this time we're rising, no more corporate manna,
Justice is coming, breaking through like a banner,
The truth will prevail, that's our final stamina!
Peel back the skin, see the darkness within,
Corporate greed and original sin,
But we're plantin' seeds of resistance today,
Watch 'em grow through the cracks, breakin' chains on the way.
Truth will rise like the sun through morning haze,
Workers unite through this capitalist maze,
The future's bright when we break from these chains,
Paradise lost will be found again...
When justice reigns!
("Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?")
Modern-day slavery's the corporate pursuit,
Blood drips from hands while they're countin' the loot,
Workers' lives get the boot, but who's checkin' the suit?
"We are not in the USA but we have a banana so we are okey,"
Every single day, trapped in a system decay, away from the fray,
Pesticide in the breeze, droppin' workers with ease,
While their kids can't breathe, caught in this corporate disease.
CEOs in their towers, countin' profits by hours,
While we're breakin' our backs, they just flex their powers.
Green gold in our palms, but red stains on our arms,
Modern plantation life with its deadly charms.
Fields of green turn to fields of pain,
Worker's dreams wash away in the rain,
Corporate scheme, profit's the game,
History repeats, nothing's gonna change...
"Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?"
Corporate propaganda spreadin' like Santana,
Profit margins risin' higher than Nirvana,
While workers' lives dissolve like mañana.
(Yeah, who needs a contest? Who needs human rights?
When you got that yellow gold keeping profits in sight!)
Palm trees sway while they're sprayin' death in the air,
Families prayin' for bread but the bosses don't care, they don't dare, they just stare,
Through tinted windows high, watchin' workers comply,
While their children cry, wonderin' why they gotta die.
Finance warlords and death squads with American aid,
While indigenous people get played, their futures delayed,
In this masquerade, human rights get betrayed,
Modern colonizers got it made in the shade.
System's broken!
Rights are stolen!
Truth unspoken!
Dreams all frozen!
But beneath the surface, revolution's brewing,
Workers united, a new day pursuing!
Behind the yellow mask lies a system that's cracked,
Bodies stacked, futures wrapped, in a contract that's trapped,
Monoculture killin' earth with precision and stealth,
While corporations stack their wealth, toast to their health.
Water's runnin' dry but profits stay high,
Workers wonderin' why they gotta live life on the fly,
Republic built on bones and bloody dollar bills,
While freedom's just a dream buried in the hills.
Blood in the soil, tears in the rain,
Generation after generation of pain,
But something's different, something's changed,
The seeds of resistance have been arranged...
"Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?"
But this time we're rising, no more corporate manna,
Justice is coming, breaking through like a banner,
The truth will prevail, that's our final stamina!
Peel back the skin, see the darkness within,
Corporate greed and original sin,
But we're plantin' seeds of resistance today,
Watch 'em grow through the cracks, breakin' chains on the way.
Truth will rise like the sun through morning haze,
Workers unite through this capitalist maze,
The future's bright when we break from these chains,
Paradise lost will be found again...
When justice reigns!
("Who needs a contest when you got a lucky banana?")
Writer: Thomas Buratti
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid