Martin Gore - In The Ghetto

Well the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little hungry baby child is born
In the ghetto, 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, in the ghetto

People, don't you understand
This child needs a helping hand
Or he's gonna be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
We too blind to see
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way

Well the world turns
So we starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto, in the ghetto

And as his hunger burns (in the ghetto)
Well he buys a gun
And he steals a car
And he tries to run
But he don't get far
In the ghetto, in the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
That young man breaks away
He buys a gun
And he steals a car
He tries to run
But he don't get far
And his mother cries (in the ghetto)

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

And as her young man dies (in the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
Another little hungry baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

And his mother cries