African Child

I have crossed the mystic desert

To snap pictures of the poor

I've invited them to brunch

Let them crash out on my floor

There's sunshine in my veins

My kitchen's filled with flies

I'm crying out in vain

Like a little African child

Trapped in me

There's an African child

Trapped in me

There's a little African child trapped in me

All these rooms are cluttered with the spoils of my fame

My doors and windows shuttered I just can't keep out the rain

There's sunshine down in hell

My kitchen's filled with flies

I'm crying out for help

Like a little African child

Trapped in me

There's an African child

Trapped in me

There's a little African child trapped in me

All these blowjobs in limousines

What do they matters

What do they mean

To the little African child

Trapped in me

[African chant]

African child

Trapped in me

There's an African child

Trapped in me

There's a little African child trapped in me

There's a little African child trapped in me

There's a little African child trapped in me