The Cranberries — In The Ghetto

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 [ Mac Davis ]