In a worldful of poor and an environment to protect An alternative flan of action flies in the face Of promises not kept It shows that the responsible irresponsibles Have faces and names which can be addressed Therefore bake and aim And put a smile back on the face of the oppressed The puppeteers and the powers that be Would always agree that stones are no arguments And meanwhile they hit us with batons and bullets And invite us to their wrecking-balls With distorted truths and teargas Slander, lies and tanks No thanks, we understand And that is why We wanna globalise the pie Number 1 is The Walking Thrust: Walk up to the person, push the pie in the face And before you walk away give it a slight twist This makes the sticky part of the pie cling to the recipient Number 2 is The Shot Put: The one to be thrown straight From a distance of three to five feet Number 3 is The Ancient Roman Discus Throw The most beautiful delivery of all: Spin half-way round, turning the pie as you whirl And then let go, hitting the victim square in the face Number 4 is The Catcher