Would you like to go with me   Down my dead end street   Would you like to come with me   To Village Ghetto Land      See the people lock their doors   While robbers laugh and steal   Beggars watch and eat their meals-from garbage cans      Broken glass is everywhere   It's a bloody scene   Killing plagues the citizens   Unless they own police      Children play with rusted cars   Sores cover their hands   Politicians laugh and drink-drunk to all demands      Families buying dog food now   Starvation roams the streets   Babies die before they're born   Infected by the grief      Now some folks say that we should be   Glad for what we have   Tell me would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land   Village Ghetto Land