Food For Thought Lyrics
| Song | Food For Thought |
| Artist | UB40 |
| Album | Best Of British |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Ub40 Music：Ub40 | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, | |
| Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. | |
| Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead. | |
| Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. | |
| Politician's argue sharpening their knives. | |
| Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives. | |
| Chorus | |
| Ivory madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way. | |
| Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? | |
| Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay. | |
| Jesus son of Mary is born again today. | |
| Chorus | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. |
| Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, | |
| Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. | |
| Skin and bones is creeping, doesn' t know he' s dead. | |
| Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. | |
| Politician' s argue sharpening their knives. | |
| Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives. | |
| Chorus | |
| Ivory madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it' s way. | |
| Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? | |
| Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay. | |
| Jesus son of Mary is born again today. | |
| Chorus | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. |
| Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, | |
| Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. | |
| Skin and bones is creeping, doesn' t know he' s dead. | |
| Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. | |
| Politician' s argue sharpening their knives. | |
| Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives. | |
| Chorus | |
| Ivory madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it' s way. | |
| Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? | |
| Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay. | |
| Jesus son of Mary is born again today. | |
| Chorus | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. | |
| Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, | |
| Waiting for the manna coming from the west. |
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