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
Rich getting richer
Now what's a poor girl do?

Way down

People turn to numbers
Money hits the bank
Soldiers take the front lines
Oil fills the tank
Man with all his demons
Locked without a key
Hearts without voices
Life without choices

Way down
Deep in the battle that she can't win