In The Ghetto Lyrics - Cranberries

As the snow flies 

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' 

A poor little baby child was 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, won'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 

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Well the world turns 

And a poor little boy with a runny nose 

Plays in the street while 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 he steals a car, 

Tries to run, but he doesn'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 

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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