Little girl from Hindustan
Holds the world inside her hand
Poorer than a Delhi rat
Feeds the dolphins at the ghat

Factory ships and market share
Stocks and bonds and thinning hair
Imf and shanty towns
Your heroes hiding underground

Look he's like a skeleton
Walking naked through Sudan
His children and his wife are dead
He'd like a bullet in his head
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IMF Lyrics

Brazzaville – IMF Lyrics