Crisis

Yeh! Each day, each night Crisis gets higher, higher, higher, higher Poor people soon can't put Them pot a fire, fire, fire, fire Each day, each night Crisis gets higher, higher, higher, higher Poor people soon can't put Them pot a fire, fire, fire, fire Just take a look at some of those in the ghetto Where not even a stalk of scallion just cannot grow And even their children seem to be dying from hunger And them shirt and pants bottom seems to be torn Ooh yeh, ooh yeh! But year after next It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader And all who survive Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever Year after next It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader And all who survive Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever Just take a look at some of those in the ghetto Where not even a stalk of scallion just cannot grow And even their children seem to be dying from hunger And everything seems to be gone from their possession But year after next It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader And all who survive Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever Year after next It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader And all who survive Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever Year after next It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader And all who survive Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever I and I and I, are compatible to any I and I and I, superior to many I and I and I, inferior to none But, hey, year after next It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader And all who survive Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever Year after next It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader And all who survive Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever, ever...