Tanzania

I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in Africa Where the sun has never shown For the child soldiers soldiering all day long Never knew the joys of being a kid Just a slit in the arm and a forced drug fix Then it’s off with a gun to the torture, murder, death And as I walk these modern streets looking into the future Yeah as I walk these modern streets looking into the future Well now I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in the USA Where the kids are disposable You’re just a number on the docket of the selective service roll Wouldn’t wanna be a kid in one of many lands Working in a factory, a field, a mine A sweatshop worker on the production line And as I walk these modern streets looking into the future Yeah as I walk these modern streets looking into the future What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end the massacre? Well now I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in the modern world Neurotic, full of fear, no control Hungry, empty, feeling worn and old Unable to make sense of the heads of state Unable to make sense of the wars they wage Feeling every second that I live I go closer to the grave I need to know… What will it take oh no What will it take oh no (1, 2, 3, 4!) What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end the massacre?