He's a catholic priest in Rio In the shanty town heat Taking care of young children Thrown out like stray cats on the street Where the shopkeepers pay the police to kill kids by the store Just one more criminal who won't bother the rich anymore And he walks through the slums And the garbage dumbs each day at five Hoping the twins he fed last night might still be alive Last week a child shot to pieces was left at his door Just one more criminal who won't bother the rich anymore On the beaches of Rio where the hotels lights shine You can hear bossanova and drink Portuguese wine On the beaches of Rio money perfumes the air Poverty is a nuisance, you pretend it's not there There's a 10 year old prostitute Kissing a smiling old man Who could be her grandfather Except he owns banks in Japan Her brother was murdered For stealing some fruit from a store Just one more criminal Who won't bother the rich anymore On the beaches... The catholic priest Sees a gang of small boys selling drugs, Working as runners for big time Colombian thugs If they get too smart they wash up like dead fish on the shore Just one more criminal who won't bother the rich anymore