Rod Stewart - Ghetto Blaster

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 it's money Hunger stares us in the face The battlefield is little children Caught in a cross fire 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