Would you like to come with me
down my dead end street
would you like to come with me
to village ghetto land
see the people lock their doors
while robbers laugh and steal
beggars watch an eat their meal-from garbage cans
broken glass in everywhere
it's a bloody scene
killing plagues the citizens
unless they own police
children play with rusted cars
sores cover their hands
politicians laugh and drink-drunk to all demands
families buying dog food now
starvation roams the streets
babies die before they're born
infected by the grief
now some folks say that we should be
glad for what we have
tell me would you be happy
in village ghetto land
village ghetto land.
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