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Ring Ding Ding

Another bargain in a Walmart as the register goes “ching-ching”
Meanwhile downtown in New York City, hear the closing bell go “ring-ading”
A crowded factory in South Asia, the alarm sounds “ring ding dingaling”
A plush office suite in Bentonville – record profits make the fat cats sing

‘Cause there’s no end to the extent to
They are willing to retrench to
Make sure that they pad their wallets
Your life can’t stack up to profits
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Another factory in Bangla country – the inspector turns the other way
Knows exactly what he must do to ensure his supplemental pay
Structural soundness, flame retardation – they will have to wait another day
Just like the one in Rana Plaza – can’t let safety stand in profit’s way

‘Cause there’s no end to the extent to
They’re willing to condescend to
Make sure that they pad their wallets
Your life can’t stack up to profits
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

And as the flames start to surround you
Realize it’s for a greater cause
And as the walls crash down around you
Comfort yourself with thoughts of profit laws
And as the newsflash covers the story
Don’t expect anyone to take pause
Because you know the job providers
Have got to keep down their costs

No need for pesky regulations
No need to have to pay minimum wage
No need to ever have to worry
If workers are above minimum age
‘Cause when your racing to the bottom
No regulation standing in your way
Divide your income by a thousand
And the result can be their pay

Back in the land of milk and honey, hear the phones go “ring ring ring-a-ding”
An acquisition, a celebration – change in the pockets goes jing-jingling
And in the factories of Bangladesh you can be sure to expect the same old thing
‘Cause after all what would be the chances of more disaster being on the brink?

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