noone realy knows her name
 Africa, an anyway
 we drain the juice from her vains
 She is black
 And her curls are the threads
 Of centuries

 Higher, she wants higher

 Africa, how deep the wells
 of dark muddy water
 Africa, how far does she have to go
 through floods of infected resin
 Green is mixing with red
 Laying ill on the world?s bed

 Higher, she wants higher

 And the enemy
 In her bed
 She is killing
 Through her ego