Poor family got a lean-to   Now the rainy season's gone   Coloured kids playin' in the hard mud   Kicking that skinny dog   He works on irrigation   Moving water to the   And he dreams of being a spear someday   In the heart of Johannesburg   He dreams of being a spear someday   In the heart of Johannesburg      And we live in   And we live on   And we die in   Corrugated iron      Pray to Tokoloshe   When the red dirt comes back   Cattle try to find the river bed   And in-between the cracks   Chief man he got his hard hat   From the civilized Western man      He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown   He's gonna grease the poor black hand   He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown   He's gonna grease the poor black hand      And we live in   And we live on   And we die in   Corrugated iron   And we're building   And we're trying   Our tribes are born in corrugated iron      You gotta stand to the left   Remain at the back   And give 'em corrugated iron   To put on their shacks   Stand to the left   Remain at the back   And give 'em corrugated iron   To put on their shacks      And he dreams of being a spear someday   In the heart of Johannesburg   He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown   He's gonna grease the poor black hand      And we live in   And we live on   And we die in   Corrugated iron   And we're building   And we're trying   Our tribes are born in corrugated iron