The Cranberries - In The Ghetto lyrics
[The Cranberries - In The Ghetto lyrics]
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child
Is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing
That she don't need
It's another hungry mouth
To feed in the ghetto
So people, won't you understand
Child needs helping hand or he'll grow to be
An angry young man some day
And take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way well the world turns
And a poor little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street when 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
And he learns how to fight in the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He finds a gun and he steals a car
And tries to run but he doesn't get far
And his mama cries as a crowd gathers 'round
An angry young man face down on the street
With a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as the young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child
Is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing
That she don't need
It's another hungry mouth
To feed in the ghetto
So people, won't you understand
Child needs helping hand or he'll grow to be
An angry young man some day
And take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way well the world turns
And a poor little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street when 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
And he learns how to fight in the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He finds a gun and he steals a car
And tries to run but he doesn't get far
And his mama cries as a crowd gathers 'round
An angry young man face down on the street
With a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as the young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto