Early in the morning
Crime wakes her up
Another day's dawning
In her shack city slum
No food on the table
Or water she can drink
Young as she is able
All she do is sink
Way down
Deep in the battle that she can't win
Mr. Mugabe
Who lives like a king
Self-made man who stole everything
His people are starving
Dying everyday
Where is compassion?
Where evil has a name
Way down
Deep in the battle that she can't win
Way down
Whoa oh oh
Gunfire bloodshed
Screams in black and white
Nothing can erase them
The colors in her mind
War machine's profit
Profit for a few