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Cranberries



Wake Up And Smell The Coffee



In The Ghetto





As the snow flies



On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'



A poor little baby child is born



In the ghetto x2







And his mother cries



'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need



It's another hungry mouth to feed



In the ghetto x2







So people, don't you understand



The child needs a helping hand



Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day



Take a look at you and me,



Are we too blind to see,



Do we simply turn our heads



And look the other way?







Well the world turns



And a poor little boy with a runny nose



Plays in the street as the cold wind blows



In the ghetto x2







And his hunger burns



So he starts to roam the streets at night



And he learns how to steal



And he learns how to fight



In the ghetto x2







Then one night in desperation



A young man breaks away



He buys a gun, steals a car



Tries to run, but he doesn't get far



And his mother cries







As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man



Face down on the street with a gun in his hand



In the ghetto x2







As her young man dies (in the ghetto)



On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'



another little baby child is born







In the ghetto x4