Bob Geldof
Scream In Vain
Money in my pocket down at Scream In VainCome onLambs led to the slaughterThey cut you in second down at Scream In VainCome onLambs led to the slaughterSweet Yams in the fields of HarboMade me feel betterThey took the straw from off the roofTo make the fire catch as it shouldThey boil the water and they cook the rootsFor them it's newFor me old fruitsBut more precious now than it's ever beenWe share the food in the noonday heatSweet Yams in the fields of HarboThe mountains rollGreen on greenThe mountains rollGreen on green
From Letras Mania