Now the rainy season's gone
 Coloured kids playin' in the hard mud
 Kicking that skinny dog
 He works on irrigation
 Moving water to the

 And he dreams of being a spear someday
 In the heart of Johannesburg
 He dreams of being a spear someday
 In the heart of Johannesburg

 And we live in
 And we live on
 And we die in
 Corrugated iron

 Pray to Tokoloshe
 When the red dirt comes back
 Cattle try to find the river bed
 And in-between the cracks
 Chief man he got his hard hat
 From the civilized Western man

 He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown
 He's gonna grease the poor black hand
 He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown
 He's gonna grease the poor black hand

 And we live in
 And we live on
 And we die in
 Corrugated iron
 And we're building
 And we're trying
 Our tribes are born in corrugated iron

 You gotta stand to the left
 Remain at the back
 And give 'em corrugated iron
 To put on their shacks
 Stand to the left
 Remain at the back
 And give 'em corrugated iron
 To put on their shacks

 And he dreams of being a spear someday
 In the heart of Johannesburg
 He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown
 He's gonna grease the poor black hand

 And we live in
 And we live on
 And we die in
 Corrugated iron
 And we're building
 And we're trying
 Our tribes are born in corrugated iron