In The Ghetto The Cranberries

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child
Is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries...

'Cause if there's one thing
That she don't need
It's another hungry mouth
To feed in the ghetto

So people, won't you understand
Child needs helping hand
Or he'll grow to be
An angry young man some day
And take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns

And a poor little boy
With a runny nose
Plays in the street
When the cold wind
Blows in the ghetto