the  cranberries -In  The  Ghetto
（words &music  by  Scott  Davis）
As  the  snow  flies
On  a  cold  and  gray  Chicago  mornin'
A  poor  little  baby  child  is  born
In  the  ghetto
And  his  mama  cries
'Cause  if  there's  one  thing  that  she  don't  need
It's  another  hungry  mouth  to  feed
In  the  ghetto
So  people  what's  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
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
Then  one  night  in  desperation
The  young  man  breaks  away
He  buys  a  gun  steals  a  car
Tries  to  run  but  he  don't  get  far
And  his  mama  cries
As  a  crowd  gathers 'round  an  angry  young  man
Face  down  on  the  street  with  a  gun  in  his  hand
In  the  ghetto
And  as  her  young  man  dies
On  a  cold  and  gray  Chicago  mornin'
Another  little  baby  child  is  born
In  the  ghetto
In  the  ghetto
In  the  ghetto