(M. Davies)
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As the snow flies
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn
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A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
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And his mama cries
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Cause there's one thing that she don't need
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Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
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Oh people don't you understand
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This child needs a helping hand
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He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
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Take a look at you and me
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Are we that blind to see?
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Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
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And the world turns
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And the hungry little boy with the runny nose
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Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
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And his hunger burns
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So he starts to roam the streets at night
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And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto
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Then one night in desperation
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The young man breaks away
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He buys a gun and steals a car
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He tries to run but he don't get far
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And his mama cries
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A crowd gathers round an angry young man
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Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
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Oh people don't you understand
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This child needs a helping hand
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He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
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Take a look at you and me
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Are we that blind to see?
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Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
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And as her young man dies
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn
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Another little baby child is born in the ghetto
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In The Ghetto
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| Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |
