Lyrics:
Many african children live
Living in a concrete situation
African children
Are living in a concrete situation
African children
They don't
Many African children,
Living in a concrete situation
African children
Are living in a concrete situation
African children
They don't know
Ice on the inside, cold on the outside
Rust through the paint, patience of a saint
Water's running down the frames, children playing dirty games
No more beautiful moons may we spend on our land
In the north, the scarlet council talks of war
And the long knives have massacred the tribe
moto
And bitter are their blues
But deep inside the ghetto
There's a unity
Their councils are for sorrows
And no misery
Children of the ghetto
all the broken happy-ever-afters?
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?
Many African children
Living in a concrete situation
African children
Living in a concrete situation
African children
I wonder do they know where
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?
We're problems that want to be solved
We are
survive on the ocean of being?
Come ancient children hear what I say
This is my parting council for you on your way.
Sadly now your thoughts turn
all the broken happy-ever-afters?
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?
and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive
They went down, down
Deep underground
In the great
Bring me water
Bring me laughter
Dancing children in a pasture
Going nowhere
Life's disaster
Spirit's broken
Does it matter?
Bring me
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?
We are problems that want to be
Watching blood stain windows
He must just love the blame
See the children crying
His mother's died again
Dig her grave much deeper
The fatal
flames
I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive
They went down,
Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall ...
To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors ...
Rolling empty
irreparable manmade disaster
The Security Council of the United Nations needs and must be reformed before it entirely collapses in a tragedy
irreparable
The children of the ghetto
Runnin' wild and free
Children of the ghetto
Runnin' wild and free
In the concrete jungle
Filled with misery
disaster, destruction's in the air
These ego trips, by heads of states, who giveth not a care
For all your children and all my children
The future's in
Children raise their voices
Gods wants to silence injustice
War
Violence
Disaster
You'll die
War
Violence
Disaster
You'll die...
BLOOD
Steel roaming the land
graduation
Punched the Nickle's boy
For taking his seat
He gets all that anger from me
Still things could be much worse
Natural disasters on the evening
graduation
Punched the Nickle's boy
For taking his seat
He gets all that anger from me
Still things could be much worse
Natural disasters on the evening
worse
Natural disasters
On the evening news
Still things could be much worse
We've still got our health
My paycheck in the mail
I promised to my
The children shut their mouths
The whirling and the turning
Of destruction filled our house
The blood-thirsty yearning
Clamored all about us
Darkness rose
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