| Lyrics: | 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
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