Would you like to go with me
Down my dead end street
Would you like to come with me

To Village Ghetto Land

See the people lock their doors

While robbers laugh and steal
Beggars watch and eat their meal -from garbage cans


Broken glass is everywhere
It's a bloody scene
Killing plagues the citizens

Unless they own police

Children play with rusted cars

Sores cover their hands
Politicians laugh and drink-drunk to all demands


Families buying dog food now
Starvation roams the streets
Babies die before they're born

Infected by the grief

Now some folks say that we should be

Glad for what we have
Tell me would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land


Village Ghetto Land