Cranberries - In The Ghetto

In The Ghetto

(Elvis Cover)
As the snow flies, on a cold and grey Chicago mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
Cause if there is one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, dont you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with the runny nose
Plays in the street as 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
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run,
But he dont get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
And as her young man dies,
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto