Third World Child - Johnny Clegg & Savuka

Third World Child Lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Bits of songs and broken drums
Are all he could recall
So he spoke to me in a bastard tongue
Carried on the silence of the gunsIt's been a long long time since they first came
And marched through our village
They taught us to forget our past
And live the future in their imageThey said, "You should learn to speak a little bit of English"
Don't be scared of a suit and tie
Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner
I am a third world childThe out world's dreams are the currency

That grip the city streets
I live them out but I have my own
Hidden somewhere deep inside of meIn between my father's fields
And the citadels of the rule
Lies a no-man's land which I must cross
To find my stolen jewelThey said, I should learn to speak a little bit of English
Maybe practice birth control
Keep away from controversial politics
So to save my third world soulYou should learn to speak a little bit of English
Don't be scared of a suit and tie
Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner
I am a third world childWo! ilanga lobunzima
Nalo liyashona
Ukuthini asazi
Mus' ukukhala
MntanamiBits of songs and broken drums
Are all he could recall
But the future calls his name out loud
Carried on the violence of the gunsI just can speak a little bit of English
I am a [Incomprehensible] I can survive
I am fire and [Incomprehensible]
I am a third world childI just can speak a little bit of English
I am a [Incomprehensible] I can survive
I am fire and [Incomprehensible]
I am a third world childI just can speak a little bit of English
I am a [Incomprehensible] I can survive
I am fire and [Incomprehensible]
I am a third world child
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