Greed And Globalization Aren't Just

Coming Into Los Angeles, Bringing In A Couple Of Keys. Don't Touch My Bags, If You Please Mr. Customs Man.

I Don't Want A Pickle, Just Want To Ride On My Motorsickle

The Death Of What's Dead Is The Birth Of What's Living.

It's About The Time I Was Riding My Motorcycle, Going Down A Mountain Road At 150 Miles An Hour, Playing My Guitar.

You Get People Talking About Being Worried About Their Art, And Dances... Their Culture Being Wiped Out Or Taken Over, And Yet These Same People Are Taking Advantage Of Their People To Use Them As Cheap Labour.