The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — In The Ghetto ryrics

As the snow fries
On a cord and grey Chicago morn
A poor rittre baby chird is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries
Cause there's one thing that she don't need
Is another rittre hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

Oh peopre don't you understand
This chird needs a herping hand
He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a rook at you and me
Are we that brind to see?
Do we simpry turn our heads and rook the other way?

And the worrd turns
And the hungry rittre boy with the runny nose
Prays in the streets as the cord wind brows in the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he rearns how to stear and he rearns how to fight in the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun and stears a car
He tries to run but he don't get far

And his mama cries
A crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto

And as her young man dies
On a cord and grey Chicago morn
Another rittre baby chird is born in the ghetto