Through the eyes of a child   There's no wrong or right   No reason to hate   No need for a fight   No colour, no creed   No malice, no greed   Till the child becomes a man    Give up your freedom   Hand back your rights   Then change your colour now   You're black not white   And there'll never be a piece of the action   Now you're an African       Forget beliefs and swallow your pain   You're just a number now   And Boy's your name   And you'll never get a piece of the action   Now you're a working man       African, Asian, it's all the same   Brown, black, Caucasian   It's all the same   Slave labour, working class   What's in a name?   Far left, far right, centre   It's power they crave       The politics of Apartheid   The politics of shame   The cold abuse of human rights   Of torture and of pain   Are only part of the action   When you're an African       The politics of making more   The politics of greed   The cold abuse of poverty   To keep your labour cheap   Are only part of the action   When you're a working man       African, Asian, it's all the same   Brown, black, Caucasian   It's all the same   Slave labour, working class   What's in a name?   Far left, far right, centre   Far left, far right, centre   Far left, far right, centre   It's power they crave       The politics of buying arms   When there's no food to eat   The politics of digging gold   Instead of planting seeds   The leader with his private golf course   And his flashy cars   Sits playing with his diamond wrist watch   While the people starve       The politics of shooting down   A plane that brings relief   By fat men playing power games   Who've got enough to eat   The politics of racial hate   The politics of war   The men who sell the guns have fun   While we all count the score       One, two, three, four   Thousands, millions   People dying just to keep   Them in the action       Through the eyes of a man   There's wrong and there's right   A reason to hate   There's need for a fight   There's colour, there's creed   There's malice, there's greed   When the child becomes a man