Subsumed ... resumed.: Sad Songs They Say So Much... So Turn it on.

Turn it on those sad songs... when all hope is gone, a sad song says so much. (Sad songs, they say... Sad songs they say so much, so... turn it on.)

On a hot and dry Gaza morn,A poor little baby boy-child is bornIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)

And his mama cries'Cause if there's one thing that she don't needIt is another hungry mouth to feedIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)

People, don't you understandthe child needs a helping hand.Or he'll grow to be an AngryYoungMan 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?

While the world turns...

And a hungry little boy with a runny noseplays in the streets a hot wind blowsIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)

And his hunger burnsSo he starts to roam the streets at nightAnd he learns how to stealAnd he learns how to fightIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)

Then one night in desperationThe young man breaks awayHe takes up the gun, joins the gang,tries to run, but ... ((*BangBang*))

And his Mama cries...

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young manFace down on the street with his own bloody hands

In the ghetto(In the ghetto)

And as her young man dies(In the ghetto)

On a hot and dry Gaza morn,Another little baby boy child is born...In the ghetto(In the ghetto)

And his mama cries(In the ghetto)

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