All the Same

Look at them
 They are all the same (all the same)
 Look at them
 They are all the same (all the same)
 They see you and flatter you and pretend to love you
 Oh when you look at them are they all the same
 Smiles and promises, smiles and promises
 Cry real tears 'til you believe
 But they don't want you
 they want what you've got
 And it may taste sweet, but love it's not
 Oh it may taste sweet but love it's not
 Look at them
 They are all the same (all the same)
 Oh look at me cause I believed
 I prayed in their temples down on my knees
 I turned my back and felt the knife sink deep
 Look at them they're all the same
 Take everything, it's a crying shame
 And it might taste sweet but it's a wicked game
 They jump and cry, pretend to love you
 They see you and go visit you and your family and leave your house midday.
 Might taste sweet but it's a wicked game
 Look at them
 They're all the same
 Look at them
 They're all the same
 We should be like the people of Niafunke
 We should be like the people of Niafunke
 Oh look at them they are all the same
 Smiles and promises, smiles and promises
 But turn your back, then the knife goes in
 Cause they don't want you, they want what you got
 And it might taste sweet but that's not love
 Might taste sweet but its not love
 Look at them
 They are all the same