Down my dead end street
 Would you like to come with me
 To Village Ghetto Land

 See the people lock their doors
 While robbers laugh and steal
 Beggars watch and eat their meals-from garbage cans

 Broken glass is everywhere
 It's a bloody scene
 Killing plagues the citizens
 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