Cranberries: In the Ghetto
As the snow flies.
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn' a poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mother cries (in the ghetto)
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need, it's another hungry
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mouth to feed In the ghetto
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So people won't you understand the child needs a helping hand
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Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
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And take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see
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Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
While the world turns
And a poor little boy with a runny nose plays in the streets
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While the cold wind blows in the ghetto
and his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal
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And he learns how to fight in the ghetto
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And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
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He finds a gun and he steals a car and he tries to run but he doesn't get far
And his mother cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down in the street
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With a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And this young man dies
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn' another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto