To Dhaka With Love Lyrics

She bends beneath dim bulbs
Ten thousand seams she sewed
While outside sun's not reached midday
Time triples still she toils
Dark city, lungs are soiled
Employees which I happily pay

Build my god
Bill my karma

We hid beneath the leaves
Adam and a thief
The Lord walks and calls to ask the blame
I bit the fruit and lied
Bargain bags by my side
Trade trees for toilet paper fame

Build my god
Bill my karma


(Thanks to Adam King for these lyrics)