You come to a strange land
To help those in need
Chasing a disaster
To pay your salary
Your map of concrete roads
Drives a brand new truck
Misery surrounds you
But you’re never outta luck
Hey NGO Man
You got a new plan
Made in the big city
By manicured hands
Hey NGO Man
You got no fear
Cause in 3 months
You’re outta here
Death and destruction
Hard for you to look
But you’ll go home
And write a new book
These local people
Just need a bit of respect
They ain’t got your money
Or lifestyle you’d expect
Chorus
Someday you’ll look back
Be so surprised to find
Those you were helping
Had a superior mind
Oh NGO Man
It’s so easy to see
No lesson’s learned
Just profits in misery…