Текст песни World's Greatest Man - Benjamin Fairfield

Here comes the shadow of the world's greatest man
Bow low and hide our faces. No one dare stand
We'll beg our blessings from his generous hand
Toss out the rotted nets for fish in a can

World's greatest man. Come to our land
Give all you can
Come with a plan. We'll clap our hands
We'll be your fans and stand

Here lies the tombstone of the foreigner we loved
Descended down to us with bread from above
He spoke our language, was as white as a dove
Freed us from our tradition without a shove

He knew our names. He knew the Way
So glad he came
Knowing him pays: riches each day
We never had to do a thing

Here lives the legacy. We're safe from ourselves
Trail of good intentions leading by the hand to hell
Big hall of portraits, names as gold as a crown
Set high above us so they're always looking down

Here's where they walked
Here's what they dropped
Here's where they chopped
Here is their crop: withering dot
Here's where they taught us
To stop