Sep 10, 2005 19:59
Inspiration from poverty stricken areas of african tribes. i saw it on tv.
in this cold valley, every shadow you see, has its own story.
down here in the valley, every puddle of mud, comes from tears and blood.
this place is in such dispair. .
CHORUS: every home has mice, every head has lice.
Everyone has a name with no hopes of fame.
They smile with rotting teeth and say, welcome to the valley.
The sun doesnt shine on their dirty faces. there are so many illness cases.
so thin, you see flesh on frames of bone. mus and sticks make everyones home.
Grass mats make a bed for five.
its so hard for them to live and thrive.
CHORUS.
every chicd has a job to do.
going to the landfills in search of food.
Children who should be in school
are getting water from a pond or pool.
they cant stop this maddness,
they cant hide their fear,
that the angel of death draws very near.
CHORUS.