Bits of songs and broken drums   Are all he could recall   So he spoke to me   In a bastard tongue   Carried on the silence of the guns      "it's been a long long time   Since they first came   And marched through our village   They taught us to forget our past   And live the future in their image"      Chorus   They said   'you should learn to speak a little bit of english   Don't be scared of a suit and tie.   Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner   -- I am a third world child      The outworld's dreams are the currency   That grip the city streets   I live them out   But I have my own   Hidden somewhere deep inside of me      In between my father's fields   And the citadels of the rule   Lies a no-man's land which I must cross   To find my stolen jewel.         They said   'you should learn to speak a little bit of english   Maybe practise birth control   Keep away from controversial politics   So to save my third world soul      Chorus   They said   'you should learn to speak a little bit of english   Don't be scared of a suit and tie.   Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner   -- I am a third world child      Wo! ilanga lobunzima   Nalo liyashona   Ukuthini asazi   Mus' ukukhala   Mntanami      (oh! we don't know when this sun of hardship will set.   Don't cry, my child.)      Bits of songs and broken drums   Are all he could recall   But the future calls his name   Out loud   Carried on the violence of the guns