Within the valleys of rich and poor
Of white buildings and wealthy tourists and bodies of such beauty
Mountains circle like vultures
Descending on the shanty towns
While Christ keeps an ever present watch
In concrete he stares at the divided
Like the city he never sleeps
He hears the gunshots in the streets
The bustle of the markets and the beach activities
He's seen develop for many a centuries
I saw it also from a peak up high
As the sun slowly dropped from the sky
The capital of the six packs and the sex pack
Contained in an overcrowded city of shallowness
The tears of the poor come crushing in the golden sand
Each day brings a new promise
Within a country of purist lies
And as another McDonald's is built, another street kid dies
A place where football is a religion
Where the people are easy
A place where all should go
To experience the city that is, Rio.
