In the Ghetto (Elvis Presley Cover) Songtext
von The Cranberries

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
A poor little baby child was 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
The child needs a helping hand
Or he′ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Or 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 while the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun and he steals a car
Tries to run, but he doesn′t get far

And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto


And as the young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto