Ghetto Blaster - Rod Stewart

This song ain’t meant to be pretty

It ain’t meant to make you dance

There’s so many unsolved problems

Too many empty, angry hands

A little child in Ethiopia

Will die before this song is through

Poor eyes have only seen sadness

Oh God show us what to do

I’m not preaching, I’m just singing

Trying to get a message through

I’m not crazy, I think maybe

The answers with me and you

Here they come

Take us to your leader

Take us to your leader

Think about it

A billion dollars on the arms race

Billions floating round in space

OPEC’s counting out its money

Hunger stares us in the face

The battlefield is little children

Caught in a crossfire of hate

How can we call ourselves Christians

How can we turn the other way

I’m not preaching, I’m just singing

Trying to get a message through

I’m not crazy, I think maybe

The answers with me and you

Here they come

Take us to your leader

Listen to what they’re sayin'

Take us to your leader

Think about it

Nostradamus gave us warning

You will never walk away

One neutron bomb in the morning

May just ruin your whole day

I’m not preaching, I’m just singing

Trying to get a message through

I’m not crazy, I think maybe

The answers with me and you

Here they come

Take us to your leader

Listen to what they’re sayin'

Take us to your leader

Take us to your leader