Africa

Africa, a woman

no one really knows her name Africa,

and anyway we drain the juice from her veins

She is black

And her curls are the theads of centuries

Higher, she wants higher

Higher, she wants higher

Africa, how depp the wells of dark muddy water

Africa, how far does she have to go thought floods of infected Green is mixing with red

Laying ill on the world's bed

Higher, she wants higher

Higher, she wants higher

And the enemy

In her bed

She is killing

Thought her ego

And the enemy

In her bed

In her bed

She is killing, killing

Thought her ego