I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in Africa   Where the sun has never shown   For the child soldiers soldiering all day long   Never knew the joys of being a kid   Just a slit in the arm and a forced drug fix   Then it’s off with a gun to the torture, murder, death      And as I walk these modern streets looking into the future   Yeah as I walk these modern streets looking into the future      Well now I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in the USA   Where the kids are disposable   You’re just a number on the docket of the selective service roll   Wouldn’t wanna be a kid in one of many lands   Working in a factory, a field, a mine   A sweatshop worker on the production line      And as I walk these modern streets looking into the future   Yeah as I walk these modern streets looking into the future      What will it take to end the massacre?   What will it take to end the massacre?   What will it take to end the massacre?   What will it take to end the massacre?      Well now I wouldn’t wanna be a kid in the modern world   Neurotic, full of fear, no control   Hungry, empty, feeling worn and old   Unable to make sense of the heads of state   Unable to make sense of the wars they wage   Feeling every second that I live I go closer to the grave   I need to know…      What will it take oh no   What will it take oh no      (1, 2, 3, 4!)      What will it take to end the massacre?   What will it take to end the massacre?   What will it take to end the massacre?   What will it take to end the massacre?