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In the Ghetto

Per: Cranberries
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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

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
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 hungry little boy with a 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
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don'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

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto


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Cranberries » En l'àlbum

So Cold In Ireland")
Crazy (patsy Cline Cover)
The Sweetest Thing
Dying Inside
Pretty Eyes
Cordell
Uncertain
So Cold In Ireland
Away
Wake Up And Smell The Coffee
Baby Blues
Intermission
Reason
Carry On
Dreams
Never Grow Old
Such A Shame
The Concept
I Really Hope
I Don't Need
Sweetest thing
Time Is Ticking Out
Sorry Son
The Sun Does Rise
Woman Without Pride
Pathetic Sense
Them
Do You Know
Liar
Take My Soul Away
In the Ghetto
Yesterday's Gone
Ave Maria
What You Were
Nothing Left At All
This Is The Day
Go Your Own Way
The Picture I View
Paparazzi On Mopeds
Pathetic Senses
False
God Be With You
Close To You
Analyse
Every Morning
Like You Used To
Chocolate Brown

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