| Song | In the Ghetto |
| Artist | Nick Cave |
| Album | From Her to Eternity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| As the snow flies | |
| On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
| A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto | |
| And his mama cries | |
| Cause there's one thing that she don't need | |
| Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto | |
| Oh people don't you understand | |
| This child needs a helping hand | |
| He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
| Take a look at you and me | |
| Are we that blind to see? | |
| Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
| And the world turns | |
| And the hungry little boy with the runny nose | |
| Plays in the streets 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 and steals a car | |
| He tries to run but he don't get far | |
| And his mama cries | |
| A crowd gathers round an angry young man | |
| Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto | |
| Oh people don't you understand | |
| This child needs a helping hand | |
| He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
| Take a look at you and me | |
| Are we that blind to see? | |
| Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
| And as her young man dies | |
| On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
| Another little baby child is born in the ghetto |
| As the snow flies | |
| On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
| A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto | |
| And his mama cries | |
| Cause there' s one thing that she don' t need | |
| Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto | |
| Oh people don' t you understand | |
| This child needs a helping hand | |
| He' s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
| Take a look at you and me | |
| Are we that blind to see? | |
| Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
| And the world turns | |
| And the hungry little boy with the runny nose | |
| Plays in the streets 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 and steals a car | |
| He tries to run but he don' t get far | |
| And his mama cries | |
| A crowd gathers round an angry young man | |
| Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto | |
| Oh people don' t you understand | |
| This child needs a helping hand | |
| He' s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
| Take a look at you and me | |
| Are we that blind to see? | |
| Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
| And as her young man dies | |
| On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
| Another little baby child is born in the ghetto |
| As the snow flies | |
| On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
| A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto | |
| And his mama cries | |
| Cause there' s one thing that she don' t need | |
| Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto | |
| Oh people don' t you understand | |
| This child needs a helping hand | |
| He' s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
| Take a look at you and me | |
| Are we that blind to see? | |
| Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
| And the world turns | |
| And the hungry little boy with the runny nose | |
| Plays in the streets 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 and steals a car | |
| He tries to run but he don' t get far | |
| And his mama cries | |
| A crowd gathers round an angry young man | |
| Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto | |
| Oh people don' t you understand | |
| This child needs a helping hand | |
| He' s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
| Take a look at you and me | |
| Are we that blind to see? | |
| Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
| And as her young man dies | |
| On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
| Another little baby child is born in the ghetto |