I woke up this morning  Hunger was gnawing my soul  But the preacher man's sermon  Won't put no food in my bowl    Abidjan to Monrovia  Looking for food and a home  Instead I found factions and armies  In the middle of a combat zone    I want love, I need love  I want love  I want love, I need love,   And a little food in my bowl    Here in this tribal warfare  For food you need money or a gun  I signed up, whose side I don't care  At least now I'm someone    At parade time the grown-ups are cruel  And all of the soldiers are small  Commanders and capitains and colonels  All kids with their back to the wall    I want love, I need love  I want love  I want love, I need love,   And a little food in my bowl    They told me I'm joining a family  But here I ain't nobody's son  My brothers are right here beside me  We share our hunger and we share our gun    Tomorrow we start the offensive  Been drinking palm wine all day  Grigrimen can keep us from bullets  But hash won't keep hunger at bay    I want love, I need love  I want love  I want love, I need love,   And a little food in my bowl    When it's time the small soldiers march forward  When one falls the next takes his gun  Four to one AK47  I was number three but now I'm gone    Our future is dying right here  Children only ten years old  In this tribal colonial nightmare  We're reaping the seeds you have sown  We're reaping the seeds you have sown    We want love, we need love  All of us want love  We want love, we need love  And a little food in our bowls    I want love, I need love,   And a little food in my bowl