You could be there on a dark october night waiting for the moment to be swimming 'cross the freezing river holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water climbing up the banks on the other side hiding in the trees so cold that you hardly show as a target on the heat seeking gear of the border patrol but you made it, you're another one over sleeping on a bench in a railway station in the heart of Europe haven't eaten anything for two days straight but where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way And every door is guarded and every guard costs money so the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves because the family borrowed from the man and the man has allways got to be repaid for the deals of the borders and the fake IDs and the stolen passports all locked away While the women are working and gagging down on their knees and somewhere in the back of terminal 3 in the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities whole families with the wrong bits of paper are waiting to be sent back to where they came from escorted by officials out across the tarmac with their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour and the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire three figures come out from behind the cranes make across the train tracks climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain find a place to hide in a stack of containers another payload of world trade because goods are free to move but not people oil is free to move but not people jobs are free to move but not people money is free to move but not people And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais we watch him in silence as they lead him away clutching his battered suitcase but his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated sitting in the back of the white port authority van well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say while high in the sky above us tonight the bombers are heading the other way, south and east into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day