Why don't you sing about the African moon?

Why don't you sing about the leaves and the dreams?

Why don't you sing about the rain and the birds?

'Cause mister I've seen

Chorus:

Mud coloured dusty blood

Bare feet on a burning bus

Mud coloured dusty blood

Broken teeth and a rifle butt

On the road to Mdantsane

On the road to Mdantsane

On the road to Mdantsane

I've seen a

Mud coloured dusty blood

Why don't you sing about the fish in the sea

Why don't you sing about the blue sky?

Why don't you sing about a fantasy

'Cause mister I see

Chorus

Siz feet under an African sky

Mud coloured dusty blood

Bare feet on a burning bus

Mud coloured dusty blood

On the road to Mdantsane

Mud coloured dusty blood