Food For Thought
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies.
Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead.
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head.
Politician's argue sharpening their knives.
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives.
Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way.
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay.
Jesus son of Mary is born again today.
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
One In Ten
I am the one in ten a number on a list
I am the one in ten even though I don't exist
Nobody knows me but I'm always there
A statistic, a reminder of a world that doesn't care
My arms enfold the dole queue malnutrition dulls my hair
My eyes are black and lifeless with an underprivileged stare
I'm the beggar on the corner will no-one spare a dime?
I'm the child that never learns to read because no-one spared the time
I'm the murderer and the victim the licence with the gun
I'm a sad and bruised old lady in an ally in a slum
I'm a middle aged businessman with chronic heart disease
I'm another teenage suicide in a street that has no trees
I'm a starving third world mother a refugee without a home
I'm a housewife hooked on Valium I'm a pensioner alone
I'm a cancer ridden spectre covering the earth
I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth
Burden Of Shame
There are murders that we must account for bloody deeds have been done in my name
Criminal acts we must pay for and our children will shoulder the blame
I'm a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame
As a nation we're following blindly no-one stops to question why
Our money's supporting an army and a boy in Soweto dies
I'm a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame
Must we go on ignoring forever the cries of an African son
There's a soldier's hand on the trigger but it's we who are pointing the gun
I'm a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame
I Think It's Going To Rain Today
Lonely, lonely tin can at my feet.
Think I'll kick it down the street that's the way to treat a friend
Broken windows and empty hallways
Pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey
Human kindness is overflowing and I think it's going to rain today
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away.
Human kindness is overflowing and I think it's going to rain today.
Right before me, the signs implore me
Help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing and I think it's going to rain today
The Earth Dies Screaming
A warm dry wind is all that breaks the silence,
The highways quiet scars across the land.
People lie, eyes closed, no longer dreaming,
The earth dies screaming.
Like scattered pebbles, cars lie silent waiting,
Oilless engines seized by dirt and sand.
Bodies hanging limp, no longer bleeding,
The earth dies screaming.
The earth dies screaming the earth dies screaming
Your country needs you, lets strike up the band.
The earth dies screaming the earth dies screaming
Despite all odds we must defend our land.
Half eaten meals lie rotting on the tables,
Money clutched within a bony hand.
Shutters down, the banks are not receiving,
The earth dies screaming.
If It Happens Again
If it happens again I'm leaving I'll pack my things and go
If it happens again there'll be no looking back I won't say I told you so
You did what you were told and you took the strain
Been left out in the cold got yourself to blame
But believe me, if it happens again I'm leaving if it stays the same I'm gone
When you're stabbed in the back and there's salt in the wound then it's time to move along
No more spanners in the works, all the works been done
Had your face rubbed in the dirt on show for every one
But believe me if it happens again I'm leaving if it stays the same I'm gone
When compromise is the song you sing it's been going on to long
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