Children Of The Ghetto
[Spoken]
Nature has many gardens
But I think childhood is the most beautiful garden of all
All flowers, a few thorns in there
But growing, growing, and somehow knowing
Child of the ghetto
[?]
Growing up to be
A rhythm machine
Rockin' and a-rollin'
The swing [?]
Growing up to be
A rhythm machine
Flowers of the ghetto
Nature's bright dream
[?] at the sunrise
Like a rhythm machine
Time is a-movin'
And the future [?]
You're the bright morning sunrise
You're a rhythm machine
Runnin', jumpin', dancin' around
Jumpin', runnin', dancin' around
Rippin' and a-runnin' and a-havin' fun
Children you are the golden ones
Playin' games, lose the shame
Growing up to be
[?] in the sunshine, dancin' in the rain
Growin' up together, losin' all pain