Poor
family got a lean-to
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
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