Would you like to go with me

Down my dead-end street

Would you like to come with me

To Village Ghetto Land



See the people lock their doors

While others laugh and steal

Beggers watch and eat their meals -- from garbage cans



Broken glass is everywhere

It's a bloody scene

Killing plagues the citizen

Unless they own police



Children play with rusted cars

Sores cover their hands

Politicians laugh and drink -- drunk to all demands



Families buying dog food now

Starvation roams the streets

Babies die before they're born

Infected by the grief



Now some folks say that we should be

Glad for what we have

Tell me would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land



Village Ghetto Land