Tanzania

I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in Africa

Where the sun has never shown

For the child soldiers soldiering all day long

Never knew the joys of being a kid

Just a slit in the arm and a forced drug fix

Then it’s off with a gun to the torture, murder, death

And as I walk these modern streets looking into the future

Yeah as I walk these modern streets looking into the future

Well now I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in the USA

Where the kids are disposable

You’re just a number on the docket of the selective service roll

Wouldn’t wanna be a kid in one of many lands

Working in a factory, a field, a mine

A sweatshop worker on the production line

And as I walk these modern streets looking into the future

Yeah as I walk these modern streets looking into the future

What will it take to end the massacre?

What will it take to end the massacre?

What will it take to end the massacre?

What will it take to end the massacre?

Well now I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in the modern world

Neurotic, full of fear, no control

Hungry, empty, feeling worn and old

Unable to make sense of the heads of state

Unable to make sense of the wars they wage

Feeling every second that I live I go closer to the grave

I need to know…

What will it take oh no

What will it take oh no

(1, 2, 3, 4!)

What will it take to end the massacre?

What will it take to end the massacre?

What will it take to end the massacre?

What will it take to end the massacre?