Infant Sorrow - African child

^EmI have crossed the mystic desert To snap ^Gpictures of the poor I've in^Cvited them to brunch Let them ^Amcrash out on my floor

There's s^Emunshine in my veins My ki^Gtchen's filled with flies I'm ^Ccrying out in vain Like a l^Amittle A^Cfrican c^Dhild

^GTrapped in ^Cme There's an ^AmAfrican ^Dchild ^GTrapped in ^Cme There's a ^Amlittle African ^Cchild trapped in ^Emme

^EmAll these rooms are cluttered With the ^Gspoils of my fame My ^Cdoors and windows shuttered I just ^Amcan't keep out the rain

There's ^Emsunshine down in hell My ^Gkitchen's filled with flies I'm ^Ccrying out for help Like a ^Amlittle ^CAfrican ^Dchild

^GTrapped in ^Cme There's an ^AmAfrican ^Dchild ^GTrapped in ^Cme There's a ^Amlittle African ^Cchild trapped in ^Emme

^EmAll of these blowjobs In ^Glimousines ^EmWhat do they matter What ^Gdo they mean To the ^Amlittle African ^Cchild trapped in ^Emme

^AmAfrican ^Dchild ^GTrapped in ^Cme There's an ^AmAfrican ^Dchild ^GTrapped in ^Cme There's a ^Amlittle African ^Cchild trapped in ^Emme There's a ^Amlittle African ^Cchild trapped in ^Emme There's a ^Amlittle African ^Cchild Trapped in ^Emme