I woke up this morning
Hunger was gnawing my soul
But the preacher mans sermon
Wont 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 dont care
At least now Im 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 Im joining a family
But here I aint nobodys 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 wont 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 its time the small soldiers march forward
When one falls the next takes his gun
Four to one AK47
I was number three but now Im gone
Our future is dying right here
Children only ten years old
In this tribal colonial nightmare
Were reaping the seeds you have sown
Were 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